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 | Here's a selection of my stuff for you to listen to. I've got a couple of songs mastered now and they're on amazon.com (just type Ainsley Blackwell - if you like them, give a review), on spotify and a lot of other music sites. I'll also change one or two songs here each week to keep you guys interested. |
Here's a selection of my stuff for you to listen to. I've got a couple of songs mastered now and they're on amazon.com (just type Ainsley Blackwell - if you like them, give a review), on spotify and a lot of other music sites. I'll also change one or two songs here each week to keep you guys interested. |
My latest project is a planned album called 'Pantheon' where I do a more modern take on the Greek gods. Sometimes though I like to go straight to the source. So this song describes a summoning of the witch-goddess Hekate as accurately as I can make it. Enjoy - but preferably not at midnight at a crossroads!
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The wind ghosts through branches
Bare of leaf, slick with dew Full moon reigns over the hard-edged stars In a sky of midnight blue
Throws twisted shadows on the rutted dirt
Where two roads join and part Like tortured souls in a frozen trance Who wait for their dance to start
They buried suicides six feet deep
The unhallowed souls of the lost There for the goddess to claim and keep Where these two byways crossed
Now darkness takes a firmer shape
Ripples like smoke into fur An ember-eyed hound stands there four-square Where once empty shadows were
A sigh stirs dust from the ancient path
In the light of a pale moonbeam Three shadows stretch from the crossroad's heart Unreal as a fevered dream
Like breath held too long the stillness breaks
Soft as a spider's thread Where none had burned now three flames leap From the kingdom of the dead
Terrifying in her beauty,
Framed in the wild torchlight Hekate of the Underworld Child of the star-filled Night
Triple-bodied, she owns the dark
Maiden and mother and crone No plea nor prayer could bring her forth She answers need alone.
The honey and the keys await
The fruits of sacrifice Who called the goddess here and why In what need and at what price?
True ruler of the darkest night
The mistress of sorcery The demon lady of the pale moonlight Goddess, queen and mystery
Terrifying in her beauty,
Framed in the wild torchlight Hekate of the Underworld The child of star-filled Night |  |
With the forests and mountains all around, it's great to go hiking there. I hope this one captures some of that feeling.
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Walk with me - there's a pathway
In the shadow of the spruce and mountain pine The sun's not yet high above the mountain And today should be yours and mine I know you'll tell me that you're busy You've people to see and things to sign You can't make memories in an office As you can amid the spruce and mountain pine
Walk away, walk away, give yourself today
Come out where the air is sweet and pure You don't know what we'll find When the world is yours and mine In the shadow of the spruce and mountain pine
Stay with me - there's a cabin
Over by that wild hemlock tree Let's pretend that the world ends at this valley And there's no-one in the world but you and me Whatever might become of tomorrow Nobody can take away today We can leave our hearts here in the mountains For the mountains will never go away
Why not stay - why not stay?
Give yourself today Out here where the air is sweet and pure You don't know what we'll find When the world is yours and mine In the shadow of the spruce and mountain pine | |
Late at night is great to chill out literally and metaphorically.
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In the shadowed stillness
In the glow of firelight I sit beside the window On a quiet winter's night
Snowflakes fall in silence
On rooftops layered white The wind's a soft-sung lullaby In the quiet of the night
With the tang of woodsmoke in the air
I trace your name on frosted glass Looking out on ice and pine As the quiet moments pass
Midnight in the mountains
Where the soft wind sighs Woodsmoke rises through the trees Toward the snow-filled skies
You're out beyond those snowy peaks
And in the firelight glow The memories you left behind Are covered by the snow
The firelight dances on the walls
Like your ghost upon the stone Outside, the pines stand sentinel For a heart that's left alone
Midnight in the mountains
A cabin in the trees Woodsmoke rising through the pines Fades like memories
Darkness holds the whole world still
The crackling fire the only sound Content in the warm of a quiet home And the mountains all around
The seasons turn like pages
In a book I never close I read you in the silence Of the winter snows
Sound would clutter the stillness
Where silence speaks to the heart Two souls at peace together In worlds so far apart
The embers glow as sleep draws near
Through the clouds the stars appear | |
Think you have problems with dating, try this.
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I was working at the blood bank
when someone caught my eye Tall and pale and elegant Though a somewhat older guy We went out for cocktails And he poured himself a drink He called it a Bloody Mary Which should have made me think
I should have known, should have guessed
This guy wasn't like the rest I'm dating one of the unholy undead Spending my nights with a vampire Called Fred life sucks!
We only go out after dark,
Stroll through graveyards, not the park Dinner dates are a total flop He stares at my jugular - nonstop Holding out under the strain I'm trying not to love in vein If he tries to love in my arteries too He'll find garlic in his stew
I should have known, should have guessed
This guy wasn't like the rest I'm dating the unholy undead Spending my nights with a vampire called Fred (Frederik Theophobe Haemophagus von Fledermaus!) love sucks!
If we go out during the day
It's high factor sunscreen all of the way I follow him with a beach umbrella Like some gothic Cinderella So many times I've had to straighten his tie He can't use a mirror Like a normal guy He's not exactly great in bed We cuddle up in his coffin instead
I should have known, should have guessed
This guy wasn't like the rest I'm dating one of the unholy undead Spending my nights with a vampire called Fred (Frederik Theophobe Haemophagus von Fledermaus!) love sucks!
'She's coming for dinner'
He told his mother Our only meeting - We won't have another Because Freddie sort of forgot to reveal That I wasn't supposed to be the meal
I didn't know what I should take
So naturally I brought a stake Dating a vampire you Learn a few tricks Like a girl's best friend Is her crucifix
I should have known, should have guessed
This guy wasn't like the rest I'm dating one of the unholy undead Spending my nights with a vampire Called Fred life sucks!
That was the end
Of Freddie and me I told him 'Fangs for the memory' Now I neck with fellows Who don't bite And I don't wake up With bats in the night But sometimes, just for kicks I still wear my crucifix Life Rocks! | |
Canadian mountain hike.
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A large breakfast well before sunrise
Packing the calories away Sausages, egg and maple pancakes Needed for the day
Boots and thermos, first aid pack
Compass, jacket, large rucksack
A trail that's steep and winding
On a three to one incline A granite peak just visible Through the cedar and the pine
As we climbed higher and higher
The morning sun kissed The Grey mountain mist And turned the whole day to fire
Sunglasses, floppy hats, sturdy alpenstocks
Kindling and matches, extra woolen socks
The peak where eagles circled
As we took a coffee break The silence roared around us Above that alpine lake
Then down to dusk and shadow
Loving the trail like a friend With aching legs and laughter We stumbled to the end
Calamine for insect bites, Lotion for our tans
Liniment and laughter, drinks in ice cold cans
On the deck in the evening
As the first stars appear Soothing toes with ointment Killing thirst with beer
Rubbing knots out of my thighs
To ease away the pain Exhausted, sunburned, blistered Can't wait to do it again | |
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