How Many New Years (Jones1610/viii Tk7 Mix1
This is the 1st time this 400 year old song has been put out on MP3, CD, LP or 78 - I believe. Really a remake recording where my friend Mykola does all the keyboard parts and I just sing the 1st stanza on a mono track.
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.
Story behind the song
This is very different from the take 4 version of this song I put out last month. This is really a remake recording where my friend Mykola does all the keyboard parts and I just sing the 1st stanza on a mono track. With other tracks left over I sang the 4th stanza and I should soon put out a complete version of this song with all 4 stanzas (- all spliced together).
The author of the lyric is anonymous but I like to think of this song as Robert Jones speaking to the patron of this book; Lady Mary (Sidney) Wroth since ten year before he had dedicated his first Booke to her father Sir Robert Sidney.
Take 7 was started on December 30, 2010 when Mykola did all the keyboard parts and so it was started on the 400th year anniversary of the song (Published in 1610). I did my vocal a little bit late on January 5, 2011.
Take 7 Mix 1 - vocal 1st stanza (January 5 vocal)
- Reverb mix of Take 7 Mix 1
Lyrics
VIII. How many new years have grow'n old
How many new yeares have grown old,
Since first your servant old was new,
How many long hours have I told,
Since first my love was vowed to you,
And yet alas, She doeth not know
Whether her servant. love or no.
How many walls as white as Snow,
And windowes cleaere as any glass,
Have I conjured to tell you so,
Which faithfully performed was,
And yet you'll swear you do not know,
Whether your servant love or no.
How often hath my pale lean face,
With true Characters of my love,
Petitioned to you for grace,
Whom neither sighs nor tears can move,
O cruell yet doe you not know,
Whether your servant love or no?
And wanting oft a better token,
I have been faine to send my heart,
Which now your cold disdaine hath broken,
Nor can you healt by any art,
O looke upon't and you shall know,
Whether your servant love or no.
