Seven Sisters
May 10, 2007 5:32 AM
This is an old skeleton from the closet. It's got its flaws, but when I dug it up, I found I still like the story it tells. Lyrics inside.
posted by Wolfdog (3 comments total) 1 user marked this as a favorite
posted by Wolfdog (3 comments total) 1 user marked this as a favorite
Awesome as always! But now I'm caught up on HiFi. Quick, someone record something else!
posted by Eideteker at 12:15 PM on May 10, 2007
posted by Eideteker at 12:15 PM on May 10, 2007
Wow. It's been a while since I've listened to anything like this. You are quite the friggin' rocker!
This reminds me of something I read about ancient pegans. Cool stuff.
posted by snsranch at 3:16 PM on May 10, 2007
This reminds me of something I read about ancient pegans. Cool stuff.
posted by snsranch at 3:16 PM on May 10, 2007
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They were six, the sisters, the keepers of the spheres
There was one for earth and heaven
One for man and beast
One for hearth and harvest
The conceiver of the autumn feast
There was one for thought and reason
One for the unknown
One to turn the seasons
But the six were six alone
In the vale of the Tisza on the longest day
Went a maiden to wander, to watch the last light fade
It was Bela, the daughter that the gypsies had sold
She was slender and ageless and her hair was bound in gold
She never knew her birth but sorrow she knew well
So she turned to the stars to escape outside herself
Who will be, who will be, who will be the seventh one?
She will be...
As the rose decays so am I this day
The faded glory of a garden grey
Tonight I'll die but I may revive
Far beyond this twilight sky
What have I to lose? This world's abuse
Tears my heart and cuts it loose
Could I become the seventh one
For the six may yet be six undone
In the sunset the dagger was wicked crimson flame
She knelt by the Tisza, she prayed, and down it came
Then in the sky a bright young nova burned
It was Bela, the daughter of sorrow twice returned
She was welcomed by the sisters, her sacrifice was real
Her gift to us was sadness, the tears that make us heal
And all of earth and heaven, every man and beast
Heard her cry at harvest time and wept at the autumn feast
In every thought and reason, even the unknown
In every cursed season were the seeds of sorrow sown
posted by Wolfdog at 5:33 AM on May 10, 2007 [1 favorite]