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Prog rock music set to Edgar Allen Poe's Ulalume
progressive rock classic rock jackson grant jaxon farrell drc carciello
We are four musicians that have been drawn together via Internet collaborations for the purpose of sharing our love of music. We've decided to make it official
About the name Rayon Vert: Green flashes and green rays are rare optical phenomenon that occur shortly after sunset or before sunrise, when a green spot is visible for a short period of time above the sun, or a green ray shoots up from the sunset point. It is usually observed from a low altitude where there is an unobstructed view of the horizon, such as on the ocean. Jules Verne wrote a book about it in 1882 called Le Rayon Vert. The idea in the novel is if one can predict where and when to observe the green flash and once seen....true love is found. We are four musicians that have seen the green flash in music. Through coincidental circumstances we've been drawn together via Internet collaborations for the purpose of sharing our love of music, much like the green flash phenominum. We've decided to make it official with an actual name, Rayon Vert. Songs to be posted will be new or newly re-mixed songs. We all have similar yet varying musical styles and tastes that are inspired by classical, classic rock, and progressive rock greats of the past. We've found, when combined, our ideas create some interesting musical themes. We hope you find our songs entertaining and interesting also! In that same green flash vein, Rayon Vert hopes that once you hear our music you will truly love it. If not.......while listening to our songs, please stare at the green flash picture until you do, LOL! Rayon Vert members are: Gary Carciello - Finland - guitars plus Influences: Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Rush, Toto, Deep Purple, Eric Johnson, and Frank Marino Quote: Finally I started to use PC in recording.Things go pretty smoothly now...learning curve was pretty hard....basically I am still a blues based rock player who wants to try new found dimensions of making music. Rob Grant - USA - bass guitar plus Influences: Beatles, Genesis, Yes, Pink Floyd, Pendragon, Jazz-Rock Fusion, Jeff Beck, Paul McCartney, Chris Squire, Gentle Giant. Quote: I am primarily a bass player but love fooling around with all instruments. I was never a songwriter nor a vocalist in the band days. Thanks to technology that's changed. I can build songs and get my ideas across just the way I want them to be and.....all to the best of my personal ability. DrC - All kinds of Keyboards, production plus Influences: Classical music, 70's classic rock, and folk music. Quote: I like the idea of blending different styles, musical techniques and approaches together. Even though I have been fiercely criticized for my "experiments", I do not consider my tracks experimental in any way. I simply believe that the great Bach could sound very well in hard rock, and that music from the Caucasus Mountains and Mississippi delta could merge to form an exciting track. Farrell Jackson - acoustic guitar, vocals, harmonica, plus Influences: The Beatles, The Stones, Traffic/ Dave Mason, Uriah Heep, Deep Purple, The Allman Bros., and CSNY. Quote: I love great sounding acoustic guitars, mixed with tasteful electrics, a Hammond B3, melodic vocals, and vibrant harmonies. In my eyes and ears, this recipe makes a great rockin' cake! Rayon Vert
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Classic Rock
Charts
Peak #299
Peak in subgenre #46
Author
Edgar Allen Poe/DrC
Uploaded
May 11, 2012
Track Files
MP3
MP3 8.8 MB • 160 kbps • 7:39
Story behind the song
DrC had the idea of creating some heavy music as a backing track to Edgar Allen Poe's dark poem Ulalume and it developed into something quite extraordinary. DrC- song concept, all keyboards, drum programming, and mix'production. Rob Grant - bass and narration. Gary Carciello - electric guitars. Farrell Jackson - acoustic guitar.
Lyrics
Ulalume The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul — Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. There were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriac rivers that roll — As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole — That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole. Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere — Our memories were treacherous and sere — For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year — (Ah, night of all nights in the year!) We noted not the dim lake of Auber — (Though once we had journeyed down here) — We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn — As the star-dials hinted of morn — At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn — Astarte’s bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn. And I said — “She is warmer than Dian: She rolls through an ether of sighs — She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion To point us the path to the skies — To the Lethean peace of the skies — Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes — Come up through the lair of the Lion With Love in her luminous eyes.” But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Said — “Sadly this star I mistrust — Her pallor I strangely mistrust: — Oh, hasten! — oh, let us not linger! Oh, fly! — let us fly! — for we must.” In terror she spoke; letting sink her Wings till they trailed in the dust — In agony sobbed, letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust — Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust. I replied — “This is nothing but dreaming: Let us on by this tremulous light! Let us bathe in this crystalline light! Its Sybillic splendor is beaming With Hope and in Beauty to-night: — See! — it flickers up the sky through the night! Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming, And be sure it will lead us aright — We safely may trust to a gleaming That cannot but guide us aright, Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night.” Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom — And conquered her scruples and gloom: And we passed to the end of the vista, And were stopped by the door of a tomb; By the door of a legended tomb: — And I said — “What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?” She replied — “Ulalume — Ulalume — ’Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!” Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere — As the leaves that were withering and sere, And I cried — “It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed — I journeyed down here — That I brought a dread burden down here — On this night of all nights in the year, Oh, what demon has tempted me here? Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber — This misty mid region of Weir — Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” Said we, then — the two, then — “Ah, can it Have been that the woodlandish ghouls — The pitiful, the merciful ghouls — To bar up our way and to ban it From the secret that lies in these wolds — From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds — Had drawn up the spectre of a planet From the limbo of lunary souls — This sinfully scintillant planet Fro
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