Anne Clark with Ulla van Daelen & Justin Ciuche - The Stolen Child (Live in Studio)

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Recorded live on 13 December 2021 in Northeim/Germany
Anne Clark's new album "Borderland" is released by Stockfisch Records.

Пікірлер: 36

@SandraKlaas 18 күн бұрын

Alle drei sind so großartig. Ich bin tief berührt

@JeanPaulvanRijswijk Жыл бұрын

Anne is a true pioneer of the spoken word, this one gives me goosebumps.

@CasimirLeYeti Жыл бұрын

Immédiatement, jeune adolescent, j'ai compris la puissance onirique d'Anne Clarck alors que mon anglais scolaire ne me permettais pas d'accéder à son univers poétique. J'ai alors plongé la tête en avant dans ses textes, pour découvrir ces lointaines contrées mystérieuses et je n'en suis jamais revenu.

@didierroyer8228 2 жыл бұрын

Time is like suspended.... Magnifique, thank you

@nefertariank6372 2 жыл бұрын

Anne Clarks Stimme ist unvergleichlich und verführt in eine andere zauberhafte Welt und ist unendlich vereinbar mit der Musik. I love it :-)

@crawlwarner 2 жыл бұрын

Eine Stimme, die man aus tausenden sofort erkennt.....love it. Durch alle Genres......

@volkerj.4028 2 жыл бұрын

Absolut phantastisch, jetzt das Ganze noch auf Vinyl wäre mega❤

@vulpineboy1 2 жыл бұрын

Haunting and so beautiful 🖤

@Unterwegs-mit-uns 2 жыл бұрын

Absolut Großartig. Das waren für mich knapp 10 Minuten Urlaub. Danke, Danke, Danke!

@andreasneutag4699 2 жыл бұрын

Öffne dein Bewusstsein für die Melodie und ihrem Klang und schließe dabei die Augen um es einfach nur zu genießen... 🎧🎵🎶🎵

@TomBrzezicki 6 ай бұрын

I've read and heard Yeats' poem performed before, but never like this, never so hauntingly or so wistfully beautiful. I felt as if I were the human child being led away by a faery, hand in hand.

@nexus-sk9dr Жыл бұрын

anne clark es la mejor

@ralfh.5068 2 жыл бұрын

Das ganze Album lohnt sich. Sehr schoene Texte und ein Super-Klang.

@deadrefused Жыл бұрын

The Stolen Child W. B. Yeats - 1865-1939 Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.