Kate Price (Кейт Прайс) - американская независимая исполнительница, выпускающая музыку под собственным лейблом Lunaverse Music (ранее - Priceless Productions). Впрочем, она успела поработать и с крупными компаниями - Access Music, Higher Octave/Om Town и Narada.
За свою карьеру с 1984 года Кейт записала 9 дисков: "Hungry Moon (1984)”, "Not Far From Here (1987)”, "Dreams of Annwyn” (1989), "Unquiet Dreams (1989)”, "Belaich An’ Dorain (1991)”, "The Time Between” (1993), "Deep Heart’s Core” (1995), "The Isle of Dreaming” (2000) и "Songs from the Witches Wood” (2009), два из которых являются сборниками, куда вошли уже ранее изданные композиции (1991 и 2009).
Стиль Кейт плавно перетекал от Celtic/Folk к Celtic/New Age (1993) и затем к World/New Age (1995, 2000). Сама Кейт играет на множестве различных инструментов (цимбалы, хуммель, фисгармония, джембе, пианино, клавишный синтезатор, думбек), поёт, пишет музыку, стихи, делает аранжировки.
Кейт родилась в Солт-Лейк-Сити, Юта, но выросла в Санта-Барбаре, Калифорния, где в возрасте одиннадцати лет открыла для себя болгарскую народную музыку и влюбилась в неë. В 14 лет еë пригласили вступить в Фольклорный Ансамбль Санта-Барбары. Она выступала в тени двух своих старших сестëр, а балканская музыка сумела по-настоящему разбудить еë голос. Кейт также была талантливой и страстной танцовщицей, и она стала хореографом и преподавателем вокала для женщин а ансамбле "Zdravitsa Balkan Dance Ensemble”, когда ей было всего 16 лет. Она также занималась африканскими танцами с Kay Fulton, современными танцами с Neville Black и балетом с Valerie Houston.
Кейт посчастливилось оказаться в прогрессивном и богатом в культурном плане окружении Санта-Барбары, поэтому она росла, погрузившись в музыку, живопись и литературу. Еë ранние музыкальные предпочтения были эклектическими: от Джони Митчел до Шопена, от африканской мбиры до шведской никельхарпы. Она самостоятельно научилась играть на дульцимере, когда ей было 14 лет, и влюбилась в цимбалы в возрасте двадцать с небольшим. Кейт стала продюсером своей первой записи, "Hungry Moon” в 1984 году и с тех пор продолжает создавать прекрасную музыку. Хотя большинство относят еë к американским исполнителям кельтской музыки, сама она считает, что работает в стиле современной этнической музыки, поскольку еë композиции имеют богатую и разнообразную тональную гамму, создавая новые созвучия с помощью древних традиционных инструментов.
Ранние работы.
Первые работы Кейт это: Hungry Moon (1984), Not Far From Here (1987) и Dreams of Annwyn (1989). Все они издавались только в формате аудиокассет, весьма небольшим тиражом ("Dreams of Annwyn” – всего несколько тысяч), поэтому найти сейчас о них какую-либо информацию или приобрести их крайне затруднительно. Тем не менее, отдельные композиции можно услышать на более поздних сборниках – Belaich An’ Dorain и Songs from the Witches Wood. Поэтому кое-какую музыку послушать удастся.
Rathdrum Faire / Рафдрамская Ярмарка (Hungry Moon)
I rose and tasted the first breath of spring, The mist from the grassy lands rising. I set to my grey mare and saddled on the road With the green hills the sun was caressing, Saw the nest of the blackbird as she took to the air Setting off in the direction of Rathdrum Fair. I come with the dawn bringing silver to buy, Hoping wits and good fortune would aid me.
I rode with the sun, took my feet to an inn, Where the talk was all livestock and memories, Where old tales were traded for new ones in turn, Where the pipes did lament into the day-o, Where the faces were old but the eyes they were good. They knew the money in your pocket and they’d have it if they could. Where the clowns and the street sellers wandered around Where the fiddler was lost in the noise of the crowd.
And when business is done you’ll adjourn for a dram And drink maybe well into the day-o, But when twilight draws near you will drink your last beer And set up your goods to take away-o, And the old mare will fumble and bite at the wind, As you sleep in your saddle with your collar turned in, And the year will grow old when the traders have gone, And the blackbird will follow the heat of the sun.
I rose and tasted the first breath of spring, The mist from the grassy lands rising. I set to my grey mare and saddled on the road With the green hills the sun was caressing, Saw the nest of the blackbird as she took to the air Setting off in the direction of Rathdrum Fair. I come with the dawn bringing silver to buy, Hoping wits and good fortune would aid me.
I rode with the sun, took my feet to an inn, Where the talk was all livestock and memories, Where old tales were traded for new ones in turn, Where the pipes did lament into the day-o, Where the faces were old but the eyes they were good. They knew the money in your pocket and they’d have it if they could. Where the clowns and the street sellers wandered around Where the fiddler was lost in the noise of the crowd.
And when business is done you’ll adjourn for a dram And drink maybe well into the day-o, But when twilight draws near you will drink your last beer And set up your goods to take away-o, And the old mare will fumble and bite at the wind, As you sleep in your saddle with your collar turned in, And the year will grow old when the traders have gone, And the blackbird will follow the heat of the sun.
The young man sits above the town in the glow of the setting sun With his head held cradled in his hands, his back against a stone Saying "Why have I so little time in this wretched place to stand When I can’t take the girl I love back home to the Borderland, oh?
For I watch her dance upon the hill and I live but for her song And she never dreamed I waited here so silent and so long But her golden hair to strike me down and her brown eyes strike me blind And the thought I’ll ne’er see her again is torturing my mind, oh”
The maid strolled down the hill nearby towards home in the end of day And she caught the sound of the young man’s words and she stopped along her way And the voice had she ever heard so sweet as the voice of the stranger lad And she stood there as if turned to stone and listened from the shadows
And the young man’s words reached out to her where she stood upon the lea And they built her ships upon the clouds and castles on the sea And as he spoke her eyes did flash and burn as with a flame And the maid stepped out around the stone as if he’d called her name, oh
"Pray lament no more,” she spoke, her voice like a gentle sea, "For I have heard your every word and I know they’re meant for me, And if you speak in truth my lad and you love me as you say There can be no reason we must part, not even for a day, oh”
The young man started at her words and he stood up straight and tall, He said, "I never meant for you to hear me speak this way at all, For you can never have me love, it’s useless to deceive For I must return to the Borderland, oh, I am bound to leave you.”
"I care not where you’re bound, my lad, I care not where you’re from, For the one thing that I’m certain, ‛tis this maiden’s heart you’ve won. So take me with you where you must, I freely go your way, And I will lie here in your arms to greet the light of day, oh.”
Tenderly he laid her down and next to her did lie. The wind that whispered through the trees was sweet as lullabye. Bending low, he folded her into his soft embrace. And with a touch he sent her fast asleep with a smile upon her face, oh.
"Sleep content, my love, he spoke, I could not cause you pain, For the dawn will find me far away and I won’t be back again And though I’d take you if I could, I am not what I seem So forget we ever tarried here and wake as from a dream, oh.
"For I am not of your world, my love, I come from another time And I crossed here from the Borderlands between your world and mine. ‛Twas there that I first heard your voice and longed for your face to see And I gathered all the powers I had and stepped out on your lee, oh
"And you know I watched you quietly as you danced along the hill And though I dared not call to you, I loved you stronger still But no longer do I have the power, no longer can I stay For I’ll be pulled back into my time by the dawning of the day, oh
"But I will be your pillow where e’er your head will lie. And I’ll be the star you can only catch in the corner of your eye. And I’ll be the sound of laughter in the first low flower of dawn. And I’ll be the touch to brush your cheek and wake you in the morning…”
Saying this, he bended low and he kissed her once goodbye. And as the dawn broke on the hill, he vanished like a sigh, And the maid, she opened up her eyes and smiled up through the trees For as she listened she could almost hear his voice upon the breeze, oh.
"Oh, I know you hear me love,” she spoke as she laid on her grassy bed, "For I felt your touch, and I felt your kiss and I heard the words you said. And the next time that our worlds combine cannot be very far And I’ll be waiting then to take your hand and dance among the stars, oh.”
The young man sits above the town in the glow of the setting sun With his head held cradled in his hands, his back against a stone Saying "Why have I so little time in this wretched place to stand When I can’t take the girl I love back home to the Borderland, oh?
For I watch her dance upon the hill and I live but for her song And she never dreamed I waited here so silent and so long But her golden hair to strike me down and her brown eyes strike me blind And the thought I’ll ne’er see her again is torturing my mind, oh”
The maid strolled down the hill nearby towards home in the end of day And she caught the sound of the young man’s words and she stopped along her way And the voice had she ever heard so sweet as the voice of the stranger lad And she stood there as if turned to stone and listened from the shadows
And the young man’s words reached out to her where she stood upon the lea And they built her ships upon the clouds and castles on the sea And as he spoke her eyes did flash and burn as with a flame And the maid stepped out around the stone as if he’d called her name, oh
"Pray lament no more,” she spoke, her voice like a gentle sea, "For I have heard your every word and I know they’re meant for me, And if you speak in truth my lad and you love me as you say There can be no reason we must part, not even for a day, oh”
The young man started at her words and he stood up straight and tall, He said, "I never meant for you to hear me speak this way at all, For you can never have me love, it’s useless to deceive For I must return to the Borderland, oh, I am bound to leave you.”
"I care not where you’re bound, my lad, I care not where you’re from, For the one thing that I’m certain, ‛tis this maiden’s heart you’ve won. So take me with you where you must, I freely go your way, And I will lie here in your arms to greet the light of day, oh.”
Tenderly he laid her down and next to her did lie. The wind that whispered through the trees was sweet as lullabye. Bending low, he folded her into his soft embrace. And with a touch he sent her fast asleep with a smile upon her face, oh.
"Sleep content, my love, he spoke, I could not cause you pain, For the dawn will find me far away and I won’t be back again And though I’d take you if I could, I am not what I seem So forget we ever tarried here and wake as from a dream, oh.
"For I am not of your world, my love, I come from another time And I crossed here from the Borderlands between your world and mine. ‛Twas there that I first heard your voice and longed for your face to see And I gathered all the powers I had and stepped out on your lee, oh
"And you know I watched you quietly as you danced along the hill And though I dared not call to you, I loved you stronger still But no longer do I have the power, no longer can I stay For I’ll be pulled back into my time by the dawning of the day, oh
"But I will be your pillow where e’er your head will lie. And I’ll be the star you can only catch in the corner of your eye. And I’ll be the sound of laughter in the first low flower of dawn. And I’ll be the touch to brush your cheek and wake you in the morning…”
Saying this, he bended low and he kissed her once goodbye. And as the dawn broke on the hill, he vanished like a sigh, And the maid, she opened up her eyes and smiled up through the trees For as she listened she could almost hear his voice upon the breeze, oh.
"Oh, I know you hear me love,” she spoke as she laid on her grassy bed, "For I felt your touch, and I felt your kiss and I heard the words you said. And the next time that our worlds combine cannot be very far And I’ll be waiting then to take your hand and dance among the stars, oh.”
Then by and by, a young girl came Blinking sleep from her dark eye She put her finger to her lips So young and yet not so shy The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman my father is asleep
I’ll tell to ye a rovin’ tale Or recite to you a fable If you will give to me some bread And a little hot soup if you’re able The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman her father was asleep
Then she put on her cloak of wool And a pair of fine boots of deerskin Lowering her pretty dark eye When he caught a glimpse of her fair skin The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman her father was asleep
He laid her down in the greenwood, oh Squirrel and a rabbit did scamper He sang her an ancient roving tale And merely he did enchant her The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman her father was asleep
They bid goodbye by the riverbank He looked long into her dark eye An otter splashed and quickly sank Greylag goose in the gray sky The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman my father The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman my father was asleep
Then by and by, a young girl came Blinking sleep from her dark eye She put her finger to her lips So young and yet not so shy The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman my father is asleep
I’ll tell to ye a rovin’ tale Or recite to you a fable If you will give to me some bread And a little hot soup if you’re able The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman her father was asleep
Then she put on her cloak of wool And a pair of fine boots of deerskin Lowering her pretty dark eye When he caught a glimpse of her fair skin The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman her father was asleep
He laid her down in the greenwood, oh Squirrel and a rabbit did scamper He sang her an ancient roving tale And merely he did enchant her The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman her father was asleep
They bid goodbye by the riverbank He looked long into her dark eye An otter splashed and quickly sank Greylag goose in the gray sky The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman my father The river is wide, the river is deep The ferryman my father was asleep
Not Far From Here / Недалеко отсюда(Not Far From Here)
Инструментальная. Музыка Кейт Прайс.
Unquiet Dreams (Неспокойные Сны)
По сути - это ещё одна ранняя работа, как говорится "Very, very rare and long out of print". К счастью, кто-то оцифровал эту кассету и выложил для скачивания на торренты. Впрочем, качал я её невероятно долго - наверное, с месяц... Создавался альбом совместно с несколькими другими музыкантами, Кейт играла здесь очень важную (цимбалы, вокал, музыка), но не главенствующую роль. Поэтому и авторство не лично её, а группы под названием Queen Mab (Королева Маб). Работа состоит по большей части из инструментальных композиций, музыка - традиционная с британских островов, хотя есть и несколько шведских и даже русских народных мелодий.
Bobby Casey Hornpipe / Хорнпайп Бобби Кейси
Музыка традиционная ирландская
Fhear a Bhata / Мой лодочник
I’m often haunting the highest hilltop I scan the ocean I sail the sea Wilt come tonight love wilt come tomorrow Wilt ever come love to comfort me?
Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Oh fare thee well love where e’er you be
They call thee fickle they call thee false one And seek to change me but all in vain For thou art my dream yet through the dark night And every morning I watch the main
Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Oh fare thee well love where e’er you be
There’s not a hamlet to where I know it Where you go wandering or set a while And all the old folks you win with talking And charm the maidens with song and smile
Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Oh fare thee well love where e’er you be
Do you remember the promise made me The tartan plaid and the silken gown The ring of gold with thy hair and portrait? That gown and ring I will never own
Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e Oh fare thee well love where e’er you be Fare thee well love where e’er you be
Unquiet Dreams / Неспокойные сны
Музыка – Mark A. Schlenz
Belaich An’ Dorain
Этот очередной крайне редкий альбом - первая работа Кейт, изданная на CD. Его также можно скачать на торрентах, и сделать несколько лет назад это было значительно легче, чем предыдущую работу. Мне же после нескольких лет поисков удалось приобрести его физическую копию. Диск представляет собой сборник избранных композиций, вошедших в четыре предыдущих работы.
Альбом имеет несколько странное оформление бумажных вставок. На задней приведён список композиций, но их порядок очень похож на случайный . В связи с этим везде в интернете названия песен не соответствуют действительности. Правильный порядок можно найти на самом диске, он приведён у меня на сайте, ссылка на который дана в начале публикации.
Brave Wolfe / Смелый Вульф
Слова и музыка традиционные канадские Дополнительные стихи – Кейт Прайс
I went to see my love, thinking to woo her, I sat down by her side, not to undo her; But when I looked on her my tongue did quiver; I could not speak my mind while I was with her.
Love, here’s a diamond ring, long time I’ve kept it; All for your sake alone if you’ll accept it. When you this token view, think on the giver; Madame remember me or I’m undone forever.
Love, I accept your gift and I’ll wear it always And hope that we might meet again in someday; From the moment when we met my heart I gave you Once be you back to me, I shall await you.
Слова и музыка традиционные канадские Дополнительные стихи – Кейт Прайс
I went to see my love, thinking to woo her, I sat down by her side, not to undo her; But when I looked on her my tongue did quiver; I could not speak my mind while I was with her.
Love, here’s a diamond ring, long time I’ve kept it; All for your sake alone if you’ll accept it. When you this token view, think on the giver; Madame remember me or I’m undone forever.
Love, I accept your gift and I’ll wear it always And hope that we might meet again in someday; From the moment when we met my heart I gave you Once be you back to me, I shall await you.
Waltz of O’Pree / Вальс из Опри
Музыка Кейт Прайс
Celtic Twilight / Кельтские сумерки
Музыка Кейт Прайс
The Time Between (Посреди Времён)
Хоть этот CD и "out of print", приобрести его не слишком сложно. Данный диск стал для меня тем, с которого началось знакомство с Кейт. И он остаётся одним из моих любимых.
Эта работа стала для Кейт первой, полностью состоящей из еë собственных композиций. За долю секунды до лобового столкновения на высокой скорости Кейт подумала, что если она выживет, то начнëт создавать что-то своë, а не фокусироваться на традиционной музыке. Несмотря на то, что этот альбом оказался более простым, чем последующие работы, он завоевал для Кейт международное признание и поднялся в самый верх чартов NPR (Национальное Общественное Радио). Также он помог ей заключить контракт, благодаря которому она познакомилась со звëздным гитаристом стиля Нью-Эйдж, а также мастером по айкидо, Teja Bell, запись которого "Dolphin Smiles” была настоящим хитом своего времени. Их сотрудничество упрочилось во время релиза работы Кейт "Deep Heart’s Core” в 1995 году. "The Time Between” – романтический, нежный альбом с кельтскими и славянскими мотивами.
Slavic Nights / Славянские ночи
Инструментальная. Музыка Кейт Прайс
Tango of the Flowers / Танго цветов
Инструментальная. Музыка Кейт Прайс
Peaceweaver / Прядильщица мира Слова и музыка Кейт Прайс
Upon a hill, above a town A young girl sits, her head bowed down Asking "When will it cease, this troubled time?” And leave her land in peace
And in the spring, before their power Into her hair she weaves the flowers And with open hand, she walks her land Her destiny to find
It is arranged, the plans are set Into a warring clan she’s wed She’s a human bridge to stop the flow Of blood upon their fields
When summer sun, she wears a crown Her maidens dress now a foreign gown And it’s her body she lays down She’s a weaver of peace
But war returns, again and again One battle claims her family’s men Sons, husband, brothers, father, all To each other swords they fall
With autumn wind upon the pyre She weaves their arms before the fire To set them free her sole desire She’s a weaver of peace
And with the snow she takes her leave To heal herself she sits to weave A tapestry her tale to tell And give her grief to time
Her long hair shorn as golden thread She weaves a story of her dead That those who see may choose peace instead She’s a weaver of peace She’s a weaver of peace She’s a weaver of peace
Слова и музыка Кейт Прайс
Upon a hill, above a town A young girl sits, her head bowed down Asking "When will it cease, this troubled time?” And leave her land in peace
And in the spring, before their power Into her hair she weaves the flowers And with open hand, she walks her land Her destiny to find
It is arranged, the plans are set Into a warring clan she’s wed She’s a human bridge to stop the flow Of blood upon their fields
When summer sun, she wears a crown Her maidens dress now a foreign gown And it’s her body she lays down She’s a weaver of peace
But war returns, again and again One battle claims her family’s men Sons, husband, brothers, father, all To each other swords they fall
With autumn wind upon the pyre She weaves their arms before the fire To set them free her sole desire She’s a weaver of peace
And with the snow she takes her leave To heal herself she sits to weave A tapestry her tale to tell And give her grief to time
Her long hair shorn as golden thread She weaves a story of her dead That those who see may choose peace instead She’s a weaver of peace She’s a weaver of peace She’s a weaver of peace
Ballad of the Bog / Баллада о болоте
Слова: Mark W. Lewis Оригинальная музыка: Mark W. Lewis и Craig Coulter Дополнительная музыка и аранжировка: Кейт Прайс
The ruins stood amidst the bog The folk knew not from whence they came A rumor floated in the fog Of a white and wistful, ghostly dame
‘Twas said she prowled the ruined walls And all the while bemoaned her fate Down crumbling, moss encrusted halls Her voice would echo and relate
A stranger heard the village tell A tale of spectre, moss and stone From stories heard around the well He’d see it for himself alone
He found within the haunted place A maiden sleeping very sound With dark hair streaming ‘cross her face And falling tangled to the ground
He slowly crept up to her side And bent his ear unto her chest And life within her did reside A faint heartbeat within her breast
The wind than moved the clouds aside Which made the moon reveal her face He jumped behind a wall to hide As light filled up the horrid place
And as he watched with fullest awe An evil mist fell from the stones And uttering words of ancient law It settled down into her bones
Her eyes shot wide, she sat upright A flame of yellow burned insane Her moaning filled the frightened night And echoed through the halls again
The spectre heard the church bells tall And stopped the maiden’s sad lament Then with a scream it left her soul And she collapsed, her body spent
The evil mist than pulled away And wisped back from whence it came The night seeped back without delay And silence than held court again
He knew just what he had to do And left the ruins far behind ‘Twas clear to him as morning dew He’d rescue her or he would die
The day was spend in plans and schemes The hour now was growing late Then armed with naught but sword and dream He rode to meet what lay in wait
He gathered up the maiden and Removed her to the open air Then lying down upon a sand He took her place and waited there
The time was nigh, the mist arrived And took its evil, alien shape With lengthy neck and bulbous eyes He realized there was no escape
He grabbed the mist, it screamed with hate And twisted in his surly grip He drew his sword and struck its pate And ‘cross his glove its green blood dripped
The maiden woke when it was dead And ran into the young man’s arms His heart reached out to hers and said I’ll keep you safe and out of harm
Слова: Mark W. Lewis Оригинальная музыка: Mark W. Lewis и Craig Coulter Дополнительная музыка и аранжировка: Кейт Прайс
The ruins stood amidst the bog The folk knew not from whence they came A rumor floated in the fog Of a white and wistful, ghostly dame
‘Twas said she prowled the ruined walls And all the while bemoaned her fate Down crumbling, moss encrusted halls Her voice would echo and relate
A stranger heard the village tell A tale of spectre, moss and stone From stories heard around the well He’d see it for himself alone
He found within the haunted place A maiden sleeping very sound With dark hair streaming ‘cross her face And falling tangled to the ground
He slowly crept up to her side And bent his ear unto her chest And life within her did reside A faint heartbeat within her breast
The wind than moved the clouds aside Which made the moon reveal her face He jumped behind a wall to hide As light filled up the horrid place
And as he watched with fullest awe An evil mist fell from the stones And uttering words of ancient law It settled down into her bones
Her eyes shot wide, she sat upright A flame of yellow burned insane Her moaning filled the frightened night And echoed through the halls again
The spectre heard the church bells tall And stopped the maiden’s sad lament Then with a scream it left her soul And she collapsed, her body spent
The evil mist than pulled away And wisped back from whence it came The night seeped back without delay And silence than held court again
He knew just what he had to do And left the ruins far behind ‘Twas clear to him as morning dew He’d rescue her or he would die
The day was spend in plans and schemes The hour now was growing late Then armed with naught but sword and dream He rode to meet what lay in wait
He gathered up the maiden and Removed her to the open air Then lying down upon a sand He took her place and waited there
The time was nigh, the mist arrived And took its evil, alien shape With lengthy neck and bulbous eyes He realized there was no escape
He grabbed the mist, it screamed with hate And twisted in his surly grip He drew his sword and struck its pate And ‘cross his glove its green blood dripped
The maiden woke when it was dead And ran into the young man’s arms His heart reached out to hers and said I’ll keep you safe and out of harm
Deep Heart’s Core (Самое Сердце Души)
"Название этого альбома взято из стихотворения В.Б.Йейтса "Остров в озере в Иннисфри”, в котором он слышит течение реки самым сердцем своей души (by "deep heart’s core”). Для меня сердце чьей-то души – это не просто место, где течет река внутреннего умиротворения. Это также место, откуда мы черпаем красоту своей сущности, принося еë в реальный мир".
Этот альбом позволил Кейт глубже выразить свой стиль. Он состоит из композиций, которые витают между балканскими, британскими и латинскими сюжетами, и рисует портрет самых сокровенных уголков внутреннего мира Кейт. Вторым продюсером "Deep Heart’s Core” является Teja Bell, и эта работа стала настоящим взрывом на музыкальной сцене, завоевав международное признание и разойдясь большими тиражами в 28 странах. Именно из этого альбома CBS выбрала композицию для документального фильма об Олимпийских Играх 1998 года в Нагано, Япония.
Rio Del Corazon
Инструментальная. Музыка Кейт Прайс
Place of Spirit / Обитель духа
Инструментальная. Музыка Кейт Прайс
So Ghostly then the Girl came in / И девушка вошла так призрачно
Стихи – Robert Hillyer (1895-1961), атаптированы Кейт Прайс Музыка Кейт Прайс
So ghostly then the girl came in, I never saw the turnstile twist, Down where the orchard trees begin, Lost in a reverie of mist.
And in the windless hour between The last of daylight and the night, When fields give up their ebbing green, And two bats interweave their flight.
I saw the turnstile glimmer pale Just where the orchard trees begin, But watching was of no avail, Invisibly the girl came in.
So ghostly then the girl came in, I never saw the turnstile twist, Down where the orchard trees begin, Lost in a reverie of mist.
I took one deep breath of air And lifted up my heavy heart, It was not I who trembled there But my immortal counterpart.
I knew that she had come again, Up from the orchard, througt the ‘stile, Without a sigh to tell me when, Though I was watching all the while.
Стихи – Robert Hillyer (1895-1961), атаптированы Кейт Прайс Музыка Кейт Прайс
So ghostly then the girl came in, I never saw the turnstile twist, Down where the orchard trees begin, Lost in a reverie of mist.
And in the windless hour between The last of daylight and the night, When fields give up their ebbing green, And two bats interweave their flight.
I saw the turnstile glimmer pale Just where the orchard trees begin, But watching was of no avail, Invisibly the girl came in.
So ghostly then the girl came in, I never saw the turnstile twist, Down where the orchard trees begin, Lost in a reverie of mist.
I took one deep breath of air And lifted up my heavy heart, It was not I who trembled there But my immortal counterpart.
I knew that she had come again, Up from the orchard, througt the ‘stile, Without a sigh to tell me when, Though I was watching all the while.
The Isle of Dreaming (Остров Грëз)
С помощью набора экзотических и душевных инструментов Кейт Прайс сплетает фантастическую картину, охватывающую разные эпохи и культуры. "The Isle of Dreaming (Остров Грëз)” является прекрасным продолжением еë альбома "Deep Heart‛s Core” и уведëт вас в многогранное музыкальное путешествие со звуками цимбал, классической гитары, вокала и никельхарпы.
То, что Кейт начала в "Deep Heart’s Core”, было заверешено с выходом "The Isle of Dreaming”, на этот раз с индийско-персидскими мотивами, надстроенными над кельтской основой. Это – изысканная, многогранная работа огромной глубины, и она кажется всë более прекрасной после каждого нового прослушивания. Этот альбом посвящëн брату Кейт, Лео, любовь и поддержка которого была непоколебимой опорой в течение всей еë жизни. Он умер от осложнений, вызванных диабетом, в 1998 году. Вторым продюсером альбома также стал Teja Bell, и эта работа преуспела в слиянии различных тем в связную и достойную восхищения музыкальную картину.
Andalusia / Андалусия
Инструментальная. Попурри из "Spain (Испания)” (Ahmad Jamal) и "Moon over Malaga (Луна над Малагой)” (Кейт Прайс и Teja Bell)
Planxty Almblade-Cruso / Плэнксти для Алмблейд-Крузо
Инструментальная. Музыка Кейт Прайс
Beloved / Возлюбленный
Слова и музыка Кейт Прайс Припев взят из стихотворения Дэрила Симмонса (Daryl Simmons)
The voice of my beloved sings me from my sleep He sings my soul from hiding in it’s silent snowy keep An earthly song that sets my heart aflame The voice of love that sings me home again
In a forest full of secrets and immortal melodies His song is wind caressing the shining silver trees The mysteries of ragged birds in flight Who know the dark, but are closer to the light
Come my love, fly to the sun Our earthly work is done Come my love, slip into space, Rest in love’s embrace
He sings the rivers flowing, they wash away my tears He sings the mountains rising from the dust Of a thousand years He haunts me in the shimmering of the rain The voice of love, that sings me home again
Come my love, fly to the sun Our earthly work is done Come my love, slip into space, Rest in love’s embrace Rest in love’s embrace
Слова и музыка Кейт Прайс Припев взят из стихотворения Дэрила Симмонса (Daryl Simmons)
The voice of my beloved sings me from my sleep He sings my soul from hiding in it’s silent snowy keep An earthly song that sets my heart aflame The voice of love that sings me home again
In a forest full of secrets and immortal melodies His song is wind caressing the shining silver trees The mysteries of ragged birds in flight Who know the dark, but are closer to the light
Come my love, fly to the sun Our earthly work is done Come my love, slip into space, Rest in love’s embrace
He sings the rivers flowing, they wash away my tears He sings the mountains rising from the dust Of a thousand years He haunts me in the shimmering of the rain The voice of love, that sings me home again
Come my love, fly to the sun Our earthly work is done Come my love, slip into space, Rest in love’s embrace Rest in love’s embrace
Songs from the Witches Wood (Песни из Ведьминого Леса)
Эти песни были спасены с различных аналоговых носителей, возраст которых превышал 25 лет. Дополнительная запись и цифровое волшебство были использованы, чтобы максимально улучшить композиции, в то же время сохраняя невинность и красоту оригинала. Продюсером альбомов "Hungry Moon (Голодная Луна)”, "Not Far From Here (Недалеко отсюда)”, "Songs of Love and Madness (Песни Любви и Безумия)” и "Unquiet Dreams (Неспокойные Сны)” был Daniel Protheroe, и они записывались на различных студиях в городе Санта-Барбара в период с 1984 по 1989 год.
Эта работа представляет собой собрание исключительно вокальных композиций. Название происходит от того участка ярмарки "Renaissance Pleasure Faire”, где играла Кейт, и где многие из песен были задуманы или впервые исполнены. Ведьмин Лес находился на самом краю, где собирались все поэты и мечтатели. Ах, если бы те деревья могли говорить! В "Songs from the Witches Wood” вошли несколько песен, которые Кейт как бы отметила на карте. Также альбом содержит никогда ранее не издававшийся материал и одну недавно записаннаю композицию. Кейт добавила некоторые дополнительные партии для различных инструментов во многие песни, так что они будут звучать по-новому даже для тех, кто знаком с оригиналом.
Mad Tom of Bedlam / Сумасшедший Том из Бедлама (Songs of Love and Madness (не издан))
From the hagg and hungrie goblin That into raggs would rend ye, And the spirit that stands by the naked man In the Book of the Moones – defend ye! That of your five sound senses You never be forsaken, Nor wander from your selves with Tom Abroad to beg your bacon.
While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.
Of thirty brave years have I Twice twenty been enraged, And of forty been three times fifteen In durance soundly caged. On the lordly lofts of Bedlam With stubble soft and dainty, Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips ding-dong, With wholesome hunger plenty.
While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.
With a thought I took for Maudlin And a curse of cockle pottage, With a thing thus tall, the skie blesse you all, I befell into this dotage. I slept not since the Conquest, Till then I never waked, Till the roguish boy of love where I lay Me found and stript me naked.
While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.
With a host of furious fancies Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. By a knight of ghostes and shadowes I summon’d am to tourney Ten leagues beyond the wild world’s end. Methinks it is no journey.
While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.
From the hagg and hungrie goblin That into raggs would rend ye, And the spirit that stands by the naked man In the Book of the Moones – defend ye! That of your five sound senses You never be forsaken, Nor wander from your selves with Tom Abroad to beg your bacon.
While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.
Of thirty brave years have I Twice twenty been enraged, And of forty been three times fifteen In durance soundly caged. On the lordly lofts of Bedlam With stubble soft and dainty, Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips ding-dong, With wholesome hunger plenty.
While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.
With a thought I took for Maudlin And a curse of cockle pottage, With a thing thus tall, the skie blesse you all, I befell into this dotage. I slept not since the Conquest, Till then I never waked, Till the roguish boy of love where I lay Me found and stript me naked.
While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.
With a host of furious fancies Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. By a knight of ghostes and shadowes I summon’d am to tourney Ten leagues beyond the wild world’s end. Methinks it is no journey.
While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing. While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding, Fedinge, drinke or clothing,” Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.
Calling me Home / Зов домой (The Time Between)
Слова и музыка – Кейт Прайс
In the shadow of the night I hear you calling out my name Never heard your voice before, yet it sounds the same As I had imagined it on a thousand nights before Never thought you’d come for me, lost forevermore
And I can hear you calling, calling me home I can hear you calling, calling me home
I can fell the pounding of this heart within my breast Ever beating, ever drumming, it never seems to rest It drives me on, leads me where my other senses fail Leads me down this road to you, lit with moonlight pale
And I can hear you calling, calling me home I can hear you calling, calling me home
As I approach the clearing, I recognize this place And you with the heavens, shining in your face A spirit strong and gentle, I ache to hold you in my arms I fell as I have fallen under some forgotten charm
And I can hear you calling, calling me home I can hear you calling, calling me home
Vapour in the midnight air, a vision there you stand A broadsword and an eagle feather in your hands I know not if my body quakes with passion or with fear But as I reach my arms to you, you disappear
But I can hear you calling, calling me home I can hear you calling, calling me home
Awake I sit bolt upright, I’m safe within my bed The power of your calling still echoes in my head Who or what you are, I guess I’ll never really know But every time you come for me, I’ll go
And I can hear you calling, calling me home, Calling me home, calling me home
Слова и музыка – Кейт Прайс
In the shadow of the night I hear you calling out my name Never heard your voice before, yet it sounds the same As I had imagined it on a thousand nights before Never thought you’d come for me, lost forevermore
And I can hear you calling, calling me home I can hear you calling, calling me home
I can fell the pounding of this heart within my breast Ever beating, ever drumming, it never seems to rest It drives me on, leads me where my other senses fail Leads me down this road to you, lit with moonlight pale
And I can hear you calling, calling me home I can hear you calling, calling me home
As I approach the clearing, I recognize this place And you with the heavens, shining in your face A spirit strong and gentle, I ache to hold you in my arms I fell as I have fallen under some forgotten charm
And I can hear you calling, calling me home I can hear you calling, calling me home
Vapour in the midnight air, a vision there you stand A broadsword and an eagle feather in your hands I know not if my body quakes with passion or with fear But as I reach my arms to you, you disappear
But I can hear you calling, calling me home I can hear you calling, calling me home
Awake I sit bolt upright, I’m safe within my bed The power of your calling still echoes in my head Who or what you are, I guess I’ll never really know But every time you come for me, I’ll go
And I can hear you calling, calling me home, Calling me home, calling me home
Sweet Kate / Милая Кейт (Hungry Moon)
Слова и музыка – Robert Jones (1608)
Sweet Kate, of late Ran away and left me ‛plaining: "Abide,” I cried, "Or I die with thy disdaining.” "Te!” quoth she, "Gladly would I see, Any man to die with loving. Never any yet, Died of such a fit, Neither have I fear of proving.”
Her words, like swords, Cut my sorry heart in sunders; Her flouts, with doubts, Keep my heart affections under; "Te!” quoth she, "Make no fool of me, Men I know have oaths at pleasure; But their hopes attained, They betray they feigned, And their oaths are kept at leisure.”
"Unkind, I find Thy delight is in tormenting, Abide,” I cried, "Or I die with thy consenting.” "Te!” quoth she, "What a fool is he Stands in awe of once denying;” Cause I had enough, To become more rough, So I did, O happy trying.
Слова и музыка – Robert Jones (1608)
Sweet Kate, of late Ran away and left me ‛plaining: "Abide,” I cried, "Or I die with thy disdaining.” "Te!” quoth she, "Gladly would I see, Any man to die with loving. Never any yet, Died of such a fit, Neither have I fear of proving.”
Her words, like swords, Cut my sorry heart in sunders; Her flouts, with doubts, Keep my heart affections under; "Te!” quoth she, "Make no fool of me, Men I know have oaths at pleasure; But their hopes attained, They betray they feigned, And their oaths are kept at leisure.”
"Unkind, I find Thy delight is in tormenting, Abide,” I cried, "Or I die with thy consenting.” "Te!” quoth she, "What a fool is he Stands in awe of once denying;” Cause I had enough, To become more rough, So I did, O happy trying.
Waltz at the End of the World (Вальс на Краю Света)
Предыдущий альбом, хоть и с более чем годовой задержкой от намеченной даты релиза, но всё же вышел.
Этот, в который планируется включить избранные инструментальные композиции из первых работ, должен был увидеть свет в октябре 2009. Прошло уже более трёх лет, однако никакой информации не появилось. Сайт Кейт не обновляется уже более двух лет, в Твиттере в последнее время вместо новостей полез какой-то спам. Так что вероятность того, что мы увидем этот диск, на мой взгляд, крайне мала.
. В связи с этим везде в интернете названия песен не соответствуют действительности. Правильный порядок можно найти на самом диске, он приведён у меня на сайте, ссылка на который дана в начале публикации.
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