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The Beating of Amour
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The Sound of the Tin-Pot Baroque.
GO TO the "MP3 MUSIC" link Above FOR TRACK BY TRACK DOWNLOAD OF "THE BEST OF THE GOVERNESS (2000 - 2006)"... This is the sound of The Tin-Pot Baroque. Most songs are a variation on simple ballad form. They have a lo-fi, stripped down sound yet are also delicate and layered and the lyrics tend towards the ornate. Musically, every melody should ideally be lifted from an ancient sounding popular song - 'Greensleeves', 'Waltzing Matilda', that kind of thing. They bring a yellowing, 'museum of childhood' feel with them. Also, its kind of like The Residents once kind of said 'there are too many tunes out there, and we don't want to add to them...'. Pop music is always about repetition. The other big musical influence is the drone. Listen to Bert Jansch's 'Nottanum Town'. There is a sense that you could remove the guitar and vocals and there would still be something there - a slow-thighed thing breathing and turning in the darkness. That the drone's effect. The Governess attempts to capture that feel without the virtuosity. A lot of these songs use only one chord.
Song Info
Genre
Latin Salsa
Charts
#3,719 today Peak #105
#179 in subgenre Peak #12
Author
Thee Governess
Rights
Thee Governess
Uploaded
October 02, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB 192 kbps 2:58
Story behind the song
In Valhalla there are beautiful boys and long tables. Faces are flushed and the drink-washed, fire-lit night seems like its going to last forever. But something uninvited has found its way to the feast: the red third. Morning. The guitar line is clearly taken from Jockey Full of Bourbon.
Lyrics
I've heard there is no pleasure in a woman Only in her holding of you With the balls of her feet on your back you cry Amour! Amour! Amour! Mr. Musician Won’t you free your little birds and make a song? I might be held all night long In its rhythm To the beating of amour We could dance this way forever To the beating of amour Move our bodies close together Till the morning comes and the sun Is burning up the firmament And my foolish heart is won To the beating of Amour Let us fill the hall with young men We can spend the night together Drink until we are drunk and cry Amour! Amour! Amour! Mr. Musician Wont you free your little birds and make a song? With a rhythm so proud And a melody song To the mysteries of amour We could dance this way forever To the Mysteries of amour May they stay that way for ever Then the morning comes - the sun All burning up the firmament And death is there among All the mysteries of Amour To the beating of amour We could dance this way forever To the beating of amour Move our bodies close together Till the morning comes and the sun Is burning up the firmament And my foolish heart is won To the beating of Amour
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