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I will give my love an apple
I will give my love an apple without e’er a core
I will give my love a house without e’er a door,
I will give my love a palace wherein he may be,
And he may unlock it without any key.
My head is the apple without e’er a core,
My mind is the house without e’er a door.
My heart is the palace wherein she may be
And he may unlock it without any key.
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Music for a while
Music for a while
Shall all your cares beguile.
Wond’ring how your pains were eas’d
And disdaining to be pleas’d
Till Alecto free the dead
From their eternal bands,
Till the snakes drop from her head,
And the whip from out her hands. Music for a while
Shall all your cares beguile.
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Chanson écossaise
Lyrics by Robert Burns
Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chaunt, ye little birds,
And I’m sae weary fu’ o’ care?
Ye’ll break my heart, ye warbling bird,
That warbles on the flowry thorn,
Ye mind me o’ departed joys.
Departed never to return.
Oft hae I rov’d by bonnie Doon,
By morning and by evening shine
To hear the birds sing o’ their loves
As fondly I sang o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I stretch’d my hand
And pu’d a rosebud from the tree.
But my fause lover stole the rose,
And ah, she left the thorn wi’ me.
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Peis dinogat e vreith vreith.
o grwyn balaot ban wreith.
chwit chwit chwidogeith.
gochanwn gochenyn wythgeith.
Un, dai, tri, pedwar, pump, chwaith, saith, wyth.
Yan tan tether, pedder, pump, hither, sedder, hodder.
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Seven Deadly Sins I
Gluttony
The snow shone with a yellow sheen
Greasy like a well-worn menu
cradled in the crook of its arm
A Golden Groaning appetite
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Seven Deadly Sins II
Pride
I’m so amazing!
It must be hard not being me!
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Sweeter than roses
Sweeter than roses, or cool evening breeze
On a warm flowery shore, was the dear kiss,
First trembling made me freeze,
Then shot like fire all o’er.
What magic has victorious love!
For all I touch or see since that dear kiss,
I hourly prove, all is love to me.
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Seven Deadly Sins III
Avarice
Mine!
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Seven Deadly Sins IV
Wrath
You are so beautiful
in your wrath
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Seven Deadly Sins V
Lust; The Cuckold’s Lament
Has thou seen my maiden fair?
Her absence I can’t bear
She told me she’d stay true and good
Before fadoodling half the neighbourhood!
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Envy
From W. Shakespear’s The Tempest
Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
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Ar lan y môr mae rhosys cochion
Ar lan y môr mae lilis gwynion
Ar lan y môr mae ‘nghariad inne
Yn cysgu’r nos a chodi’r bore.
Ar lan y môr mae carreg wastad
Lle bûm yn siarad gair â›m cariad
O amgylch hon fe dyf y lili
Ac ambell gangen o rosmari.
Ar lan y môr mae cerrig gleision
Ar lan y môr mae blodau’r meibion
Ar lan y môr mae pob rinweddau
Ar lan y môr mae nghariad
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How do I loathe thee
How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thy pernicious, base deceits --
thy duplicity, like a canker eats,
gnawing truth and virtue till it flays
innocence to the bone...and it bleats
as a black lamb led to the slaughter prays
the shepherd may yet come search for strays.
Thou’d sacrifice the poor and old -- it beats
feigning compassion thou never hadst. Trust
is a viper in thy foul embrace – heats
thy soul with greed and unholy lust.
How do I loathe thee? Deeper than a well
is the foul, black fountain of disgust
sprung from thy dark deeds: go home -- to Hell.
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My Lagan Love
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love-sick lennan-shee
She has my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
For love is lord of all
And often when the beetle’s horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thru the dooring peep
There on thy cricket’s singing stone
She spares the bogwood fire
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The songs of heart’s desire
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In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be,
The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me;
The walls of marble black, that moist’ned still shall weep;
My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb,
O let me living die, till death doth come, till death doth come.
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Welcome to the bewitching world of Circus Dinogad in which Welsh contralto Hilary Summers, the Dutch theorbo & bass clarinet duo Mike Fentross & Maarten Ornstein and the Dudok Quartet Amsterdam converge in a fusion of musical traditions. Formed in Amsterdam in 2022, this new ensemble's journey takes you through ancient melodies, re-imagined classics, and innovative original compositions that playfully plunge into the bottomless sea of human emotions. The first steps of this new group explored more or less familiar areas, namely the boundaries between baroque, renaissance, traditional and improvised music. The culmination of the album comes in the shape of the Seven Deadly Sins: seven completely new compositions, written by the individual musicians woven seamlessly into the fabric of the album. With this innovative addition, the ensemble's essence evolved, shedding traditional stylistic confines and boldly embarking on audacious musical escapades.
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released November 29, 2023
