BUNDLE OF BALLADS by Henry Morley (1891). Embroidered in silk thread and gold with a scrolling tree inhabited by a pair of cats above a pair of monkeys who are teasing a pair of dogs below with a bone on a string .
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By the Weight of the Chain
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I had copies printed for this collage zine about Queer bodies, folklore, shape-shifting and monsters. RightVillainousCo on Etsy :)
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So today I heard this song:
Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying
you know, like these lyrics right here:
And you know what? That's right! It's a song about heartache and break-ups - see?
And we all know who LOVES melancholic ballads about heartache and break-ups? That's right! This little monkey right here:
(I mean maybe I'm nuts but I can hear Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying in Mirrorball and Body Paint alike...just the vibe and the melody and the style of singing - it's a very Alex song)
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Ballad friends!!!
I must admit I know almost nothing about the humble ballad, but I want to teach ballads in my introduction to folklore class.
Does anyone have any recommendations for interesting or fun folklore ballads to show a bunch of first year students?
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This version by Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash is a good listen.
So many fine versions have been performed of this song. Hard to choose the best, but the song was written in 1948 by Stan Jones who was born in Douglas, Arizona in 1914. That was two years after Arizona became the 48th State. Much folklore surrounds this song.
Whenever I hear it, I an transported to back to my day in the saddle on the Arizona mountain ranges.
Lyrics to Ghostriders in the Sky (Stan Jones, 1948)
An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi yaaaaay
Ghost Riders in the sky
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies
Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi Yaaaaay
Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky
Source:聽Musixmatch
Songwriters: Stanley Jones
(Ghost) Riders in the Sky lyrics 漏 Edwin H. Morris & Co. Inc.
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His comrades fought beside him
Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson Gunners
Roland was the best
So the CIA decided
They wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen
Blew off Roland's Head
Warren Zevon - Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
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From my zine "by thy shape" about Queer bodies & folklore
Poem text reads:
Tam Lin was stolen frae the aipple tree
(and pleasaunt is the fairy-land)
for ripe was his flesh an' sweet his bluid
and his shape-shifty like ony sand
(and Janet's awa to Carterhaugh
as fast as she can flie)
(what they did I cannot tell
the green leaves between do lie)
His slippery skin is not his ain
(an eerie tale tae tell)
they'll use his rose-ripe body as a sacrifice
(to pay a teind tae Hell)
'If I'm a prize let me be yours,' --
(o win me, win me, for your ain)
they'll show her a' his shapes
the esk, wolf, adder and hot-airn
Is a shape a thing entire -- o
the esk and adder cannot fright her
even as a bear it doesn't use its fangs
every shape he takes she'll hauld him tighter --
(O cast your green kirtle ower me
to keep me frae the rain)
(an what they did I cannot tell
the green leaves were in between)
Based on Tam Lin (Child 39)
Foot of page:
an eerie tale to tell -- Ay at the end of seven years - we pay a tiend to hell; I'm sae fair and fu o flesh - I'm feard it be mysel
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