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Follow Your Saint - Campion 1601 X Take1
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Thomas Campion's "Follow Your Saint" from the Rossetter A Booke of Ayres 1601 - This Take 1 is complete with both Stanzas.
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Elisha Zaporelostzi's first performances were the Open Stages put on by the Bytown Live in Ottawa Ontario, Canada. It is how Neil Young and Joni Mitchell started. Phreap magazine is a one page thing that went around Ottawa in the 1980s. Now it is a web site; http://home.att.ne.jp/blue/patchan With the help of Joe-Charly Smith, Molly Ding, Calhoon-Fred Febealie, and Butter Jones I was able to put out Phreap magazine.
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Thomas Campion
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Patrick T. Connolly
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April 28, 2019
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MP3 6.9 MB 320 kbps 3:00
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Thomas Campion's "Follow Your Saint" #X from the Rossetter (& Campian) A Booke of Ayres 1601. This is my recording of Thomas Campion's "Follow Your Saint" from the Rossetter A Booke of Ayres 1601. This is Take 1 and both Stanzas are here. On April 9, 2015 - I started with guitar tracks for Take 1 & 2. April 15, 2015 - I did the keyboard vocal guide to Take 1 of Thomas Campion's "Follow Your Saint". April 17, 2015 - I did the vocal to Take 1 of Thomas Campian's "Follow Your Saint". - way ahead of Take 2. April 21, 2015, recording the keyboard bass harpsichord to Take 1 of "Follow Your Saint" to finish my recording of this song - - On April 20, I did the keyboard vocal guide to Take 2 and found I had missed a couple of beats and decided to abandon this 2nd Take. However the next day (April 22) I went ahead and did the bass for 1st stanza
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Follow your Saint, follow with accents sweet ; Haste you, sad noates, fall at her flying feet : There, wrapt in cloud of sorrow pity move, And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love. But if she scorns my never-ceasing pain, Then burst with sighing in her sight, and never return again. All that I song still to her praise did tend, Still she was first ; still she my songs did end. Yet she my love and Music both doeth fly, - The Music that her Echo is and beauties sympathies ; Then let my Noates pursue her scornful flight : It shall suffice that they were breath'd and dyed for her delight.
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