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[darkelf105]

I normally don't rant about music because A) I have lamentable taste and thus no one really wants my recommendations or B) music is BACKGROUND to my life. I know people who would die without their ipods, who travel hundreds of miles to see live music, I'm not one of them. The book, the written text, is so much more central to my being that I am above and foremost a visual person, and visual meaning text oriented because I can't even begin to express what I feel about art. Most of the time music and art bring about this sense of inchoate longing that I can't quite reconcile with my natural loquaciousness. However, the words from The Decemberist's The Crane Wife keep looping around in my head like hawks and mist. It's beautiful, languorous music. So melancholy, with such simple lyricism.

It was a cold night
And the snow lay low
I pulled my coat tight
Against the falling down
And the sun was all
And the sun was all down
And the sun was all
And the sun was all down

I am a poor man
I haven't wealth nor fame
I have my two hands
And a house to my name
And the winter's so
And the winter's so long
And the winter's so
And the winter's so long

And all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I'd found

It was a white crane
It was a helpless thing
Upon a red stain
With an arrow its wing
And it called and cried
And it called and cried so
And it called and cried
And it called and cried so

And all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I'd found
My crane wife, my crane wife
My crane wife, my crane wife

Now I helped her
And I dressed her wounds
And how I held her
Beneath the rising moon
And she stood to fly
And she stood to fly away
And she stood to fly
She stood to fly away

And all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I'd found
My crane wife, my crane wife
My crane wife, my crane wife

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My crane wife arrived at my door in the moonlight
All star bright and tongue-tied I took her in
We were married and bells rang sweet for our wedding
And our bedding was ready when we fell in

The sound of the keening bell
To see its pain erect
Soft as fontenelle
The feathers and the thread
And all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife

We were poorly, our fortunes fading hourly
And how she loved me, she could bring it back
But I was greedy, I was vain and I forced her to weaving
On a cold loom, in a closed room down the hall

The sound of the keening bell
And to see its pain erect
Soft as fontenelle
The feathers and the thread
And all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife
My crane wife

There's a bend in the wind and it rakes at my heart
There is blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart
It rakes at my heart

My crane wife

There's blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart". Just gorgeous. Here's a wikipedia article on the album. Run, don't delay. Buy it now. Pretty, pretty pretty.