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Fairport Convention "Nine"

04 To Althea from Prison.mp3
Richard Lovelace. To Althea, From Prison.

Song Set by Dr. John Wilson

When Love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my Gates ;
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the Grates ;
When I lye tangled in her haire
And fettered to her eye ;
The Gods that wanton in the Aire,
Know no such Liberty.

When flowing Cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our carelesse heads with Roses bound,
Our hearts with Loyall Flames ;
When thirsty griefe in Wine we steepe,
When Healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple in the Deepe,
Know no such Libertie.

When (like committed linnets) I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetnes, Mercy, Majesty,
And glories of my KING ;
When I shall voyce aloud, how Good
He is, how Great should be ;
Enlarged Winds that curle the Flood,
Know no such Liberty.

Stone Walls do not a Prison make,
Nor Iron bars a Cage ;
Mindes innocent and quiet take
That for an Hermitage ;
If I have freedome in my Love,
And in my soule am free ;
Angels alone that sore above,
Injoy such Liberty.


08 Pleasure and Pain.mp3

Harry

Getting near the end of my endeavours in artwork; worked on sporadically over a few years circa 1995; never finished and never likely to be. Not bad for a first attempt at portraiture in oils tho, I suppose. I love working with oil paint - for the olfactory treat if nothing else - just not very expert in it.

Harry Stevens was a lonely and justifiably crotchety old man. I made it my business to visit regularly - being the one out of about one hundred associates of his who could identify with something of his plight.

The photograph on which this painting is based was taken 6 months before he died; he had been diagnosed as having cancer of the liver only a few days previously.
I sat with him during the last hour of his life, while it took more than the strength he had to do nothing but breathe, and watched as he breathed his last.
Strangely, I felt or regarded this as some kind of 'priviledged' experience at the time - maybe, still do. It's the only time in my life I've been witness to the death of anyone.

I'm sure there are plenty who have witnessed death first-hand and would not describe the experience as 'priviledged' in any sense but, I'm not meaning to draw paralells or make comparisons between my experience, and my perception of such, and that of anyone else.

Fearless Love

Come my love
Come bravely to me
Let your heart be still
For our time
Has come my tender one
To be free of will

And fly
Blind on fearless love
Let them wild winds blow
We'll shine
On all we're fearful of
Then we'll let it go
Let it go

Skippin' stones
Across the great unknown
Safe at water's edge
Don't look down, baby
We're gonna leave this losin' town
(and) leap out from the ledge

And fly
Blind on fearless love
Let them wild winds blow
We'll shine
On all we're fearful of
Then we'll let it go
Let it go

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Dillon O'Brian

Performed by Bonnie Raitt on "fundamental"
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Some legal-minded person might be able to tell me of any copyright infringement here. Until then:
09 Fearless Love.mp3

Framed


The 'frame' was built using elements found with Fractal Explorer [a past long-lasting obsession] and manipulated with the GIMP - still my favourite imaging software.

More on the photo later, as may be.

Looking at it now, I think I could've done something better with the frame but it's a long time past...

Silver Lining


Take this silver lining
Keep it in your own sweet head
Shine it when the night is burning red
Shine it in the twilight
Shine it on the cold cold ground
Shine it till these walls come
Tumbling down

We were born with our eyes wide open
So alive with wild hope
Now can you tell me why
Time after time
They drag you down
Down in the darkness deep
Fools in their madness all around
Know that the light don't sleep

Step into the silence
Take it in your own two hands
And scatter it like diamonds
All across these lands
Blaze it in the morning
Wear it like an iron skin
Only things worth living for
Innocence and magic-amen

We were born with our eyes wide open
So alive with wild hope
Now can you tell me why
Time after time
They drag you down
Down in the darkness deep
Fools in their madness all around
Know that the light don't sleep

We were born with our eyes wide open
So alive with wild hope
Now can you tell me why
Time after time
They drag you down
Down with talk so cheap

Fools in their madness all around
Know that the light don't sleep
Know that the light don't sleep
Time after time
They drag you down
Down in the darkness deep
Fools in their madness all around
Know that the light don't sleep
Know that the light don't sleep


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Neera Goyal [?]

Performed by David Gray on "White Ladder"
06 Silver Lining.mp3

Brown Eyed Girl


Was to be the basis of dry pastel and pencil work.
Schminke...

Sadly, never finished.

I find the lighting delightful.
My photography skills shown to be a little lacking.

Frank & Margie


Mostly 'blacklead' plus oil pastel with colour pencil on [A2] paper; 1992-3.
Colour balance slightly off, seems near impossible to get it right.
Frank was my best friends father; the woman I never met.
All drawn from a photo.

p.s.:
You might wanna try Right-click, Open Image and Zoom 150%.

Maurice


Pen,(&brush) & ink [A4+]; circa 1990

A shadow

Sarah


My daugher, age 8.
Pencil and brush on paper [A4]; circa 1984

You may choose, or not, to ignore the damage to photograph along with other minor flaws contingent with scanning photos in a less than pristine environment.
This is the record I have. My mother owns the original.