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Twa Corbies
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A traditional Scottish ballad. Also known as The Two Ravens. You're not using that eyeball, are you? (with Megan Irvine on violin)
acoustic folk gothic goth ethereal dark celtic pittsburgh between the waters
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Gloomy acoustic dark-folk cabaret plus traditional Celtic
Patricia Wake is a singing, songwriting, guitar playing, Sci-Fi/ Fantasy loving, ren-faire going, steampunk SCAdian goth chick fangirl. Patricia writes very serious songs (SRSLY) then presents them with irreverence and inappropriate laughter. Although her major musical influences include Leonard Cohen, P.J. Harvey, Kate Bush, Nick Cave, Tom Waits and Joni Mitchell, she is also influenced by way too much caffeine, crazy cat lady disorder, an obsession with speculative fiction, and a morbid fascination with the concept of entropy. Patricia currently offers two self recorded and handmade demo EPs, "I'll Have the Pathos With a Side of Angst", and "The Science of Fiction." She appears on Wrapped in the Guise of My Friend, a tribute to UK experimental music pioneers Attrition, and also on the upcoming cancer benefit compilation Electronic Saviors: Industrial Music to Cure Cancer. Of course, music doesn't pay the bills, so Patricia also creates costumery for her fellow chronically challenged clothing enthusiasts. You can hear her music at http://patriciawake.bandcamp.com, friend her on www.facebook.com/patriciawake, and buy stuff from her at www.patriciawake.etsy.com
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Charts
Peak #485
Peak in subgenre #38
Author
Traditional
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arr. Patricia Wake
Uploaded
August 19, 2008
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MP3 3.1 MB 128 kbps 3:20
Lyrics
As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making mane And one tae t'ither say o Where sall we gang to dine the day o Where sall we gang to dine the day? O aboon yon auld fail dyke I wot there lies a new slain knight and nane kens that he is there o Save his hawk and his hound and his lady fair o His hawk and his hound and his lady fair His hound is tae the hunting gane His hawk tae bring the wild-fowl hame His lady has ta'en anither mate o So we sall mak our dinner sweet o We sall mak our dinner sweet 'Ye'll perk on his white hause-bane And I'll pike out his bonny blue e’en Wi’ locks o his gowden hair o We'll theek our nest when it grows bare o We'll theek our nest when it grows bare 'Mony’s the heart for him makes mane But nane sall ken where he is gane O’er his white banes when they grow bare o The wind sail blaw for evermair o The wind sail blaw for evermair
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