"Such cruelty, such authoritarianism, such purveyors of genocide."
You got that part right. So did Johnny Horton when he sang, "we fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans"
Please excuse my ignorance of English lit but it seems to me that the lovely prose/poetry is a counter balance for the savagery of society. A cover-up by the scholarly class to convince the public (foreign and domestic) that we English are really good guys; just look into our soul.
But then again I have never been smitten with the British "charm". Perhaps I need to have a plate of kidney pie and blood pudding before I make a final judgement. But I do indeed love the artistry of Blake and a few others.
Have you heard of the Baltic Sisters? I just came across them yesterday, and the music seemed to me like something you'd enjoy (not in English, so you don't have to curse it!):
Thanks. Without going down the bottomless rabbithole of my life journey - I have experienced too much of the erasing brutalities of Perfidious Albion. Margaret Thatcher once, in reference to Northern Irish ‘negotiations’, infamously warned her political cabinet not to trust the Irish as they were all of them liars. She was at once psychologically projecting a very British ruling class trait as well as ironically reacting to the protestant British Loyalist politicians and voting bloc. To the English everyone in Ireland is a Paddy. I have come see this cruel duplicity as an expression of a weak characters’s emotional choice when burdened with ancestral grief or injustice. They express it as spite turning it outwards and harming both themselves and The Other. Whilst those of stronger character choose to deepen their ancestral human compassion.
I love this song, beautifully played and sung😍 and the word lilting, I love that word but then are the flowers wilting, or melting...,? Thanks so much for sharing a lovely song
Thanks so much, Penny. Means a lot. And I'd bet you would appreciate the fact the my Scots friend and I fronted a band called Robb Roy back in the day!
"Such cruelty, such authoritarianism, such purveyors of genocide."
You got that part right. So did Johnny Horton when he sang, "we fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans"
Please excuse my ignorance of English lit but it seems to me that the lovely prose/poetry is a counter balance for the savagery of society. A cover-up by the scholarly class to convince the public (foreign and domestic) that we English are really good guys; just look into our soul.
But then again I have never been smitten with the British "charm". Perhaps I need to have a plate of kidney pie and blood pudding before I make a final judgement. But I do indeed love the artistry of Blake and a few others.
Have you heard of the Baltic Sisters? I just came across them yesterday, and the music seemed to me like something you'd enjoy (not in English, so you don't have to curse it!):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uRjfI7DatU
nice
Going to play this for my Scottish mother - thank you! 🏴
Absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing this. And now I want to learn how to play the lute!
Thanks--it's actually a 12-string guitar--so not as esoteric as one might think!
Oh wow, I just assumed from the shape of it. Thank you for the clarification! Such a beautiful instrument.
I bought it when I was 18--we've been together a long time!
Thanks. Without going down the bottomless rabbithole of my life journey - I have experienced too much of the erasing brutalities of Perfidious Albion. Margaret Thatcher once, in reference to Northern Irish ‘negotiations’, infamously warned her political cabinet not to trust the Irish as they were all of them liars. She was at once psychologically projecting a very British ruling class trait as well as ironically reacting to the protestant British Loyalist politicians and voting bloc. To the English everyone in Ireland is a Paddy. I have come see this cruel duplicity as an expression of a weak characters’s emotional choice when burdened with ancestral grief or injustice. They express it as spite turning it outwards and harming both themselves and The Other. Whilst those of stronger character choose to deepen their ancestral human compassion.
The lyrics here illustrate the sorrows suffered by all in our world who cannot lie. Highlighting the duplicitous roots of the ‘successes’ of Dr Dee’s 500 year old Nova Albion colonial Project: Blake being its counter cultural enemy: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fzpEbc6V9Sg&pp=ygUWVG9uZ3VlIHRoYXQgY2Fubm90IGxpZQ%3D%3D
A beautiful song. Thanks for sharing it.
Enjoyed!
I love this song, beautifully played and sung😍 and the word lilting, I love that word but then are the flowers wilting, or melting...,? Thanks so much for sharing a lovely song
Blooming brilliant version of a favourite, favourite song.
And hear, hear to your words. Scotland, where I live, outdid the English during the early 2020s. Lament, indeed.
Thanks so much, Penny. Means a lot. And I'd bet you would appreciate the fact the my Scots friend and I fronted a band called Robb Roy back in the day!
Class!