The lady of Shalott - Loreena McKennitt (Live San Francisco)

Necesito crear vínculos con las cosas, personas, situaciones... y esta canción reúne muchos de ellos. Toda una serie de símbolos que quién (realmente) me conociese, identificaría fácilmente. Me define, si no en mi totalidad, en un tanto por ciento muy elevado; quizá por ello puedo estar horas escuchándola... sumergida en mis pensamientos, un proceso de involución/evolución en el que apenas percibo cambios, pero sí, paradójicamente, infinidad de matices... Te detendrías a buscarlos? Sí, tú... ;)
Pdta.: Snifff!!! No he podido subir la versión del "The Visit" por su extensiön... En su defecto esta versión del "Live in San Francisco". La letra no está completa, pero, yo, la coloco al completo...
*()No aparece la letra en esta versión:
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay,
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
(And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The Knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady Of Shalott.)*
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady Of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode back to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
he flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Terra Libra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces taro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance -
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
(Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to towered Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.)*
(Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.)*
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott...

[@yveeliza]

Loreena's voice reaches into the soul and many of her songs never fail to make me cry. Ethereal, mystical, lyrical and timeless! The Lady of Shalott has inspired beautiful paintings too.

[@g7kv92a]

J'adore cette chanson et cette musique qui me fais vivre ces temps anciens ou les êtres étaient encore plein de romantisme...merci

[@sufiest666]

Listening to Loreena is like drinking the dawn in a classes made of ether.....great music.....great poet....and great voice

[@MitsukiOkami]

oh my god...I must listened at the song a few minutes ago... I wanted to hear it again... then I read the text... thought 'wow...' then listened to it again and started to cry when Loreena McKennitt started to sing... first the music.. the this voice.. just amazing... her voice can touch every heart... when I thought 'ok stop crying' (while only the music played) I tried to calm down...and cried again as she started to sing again... it's touching....

[@xLoLRaven]

I.....actually shed a few tears, its not often you hear such a pure sounding song that can touch your heart, especially nowadays.

[@mariaperezpitti7643]

I love this song...I read a novel titled 'Reflects from Shalott", by the spanish writer Gemma Bonnin.Pershaps she listened it.

[@ARISTOCA8T]

wow this music is so soul searching, and beutifull and mystical, love this song, great job.

[@celloprofundo]

A dream of a perfect world where everyone was nice, and had manners, eagerly willing to pay the ultimate price, for love, when all was simple, and truth was all was spoken, before Innocence was broken.

[@Zardoz4441]

When the wise wizard Myrdinn after countless centuries finally will be released from his prison illusion, created by the Lady Viviane, and sails forth to holy Albion, the Age of Magic will start again and Man will learn how to listen (and talk) to the trees, birds, plants, horses, stones. In the moonlight harmony will resonate in all living things.

[@violetavalery]

Muy lindas las palabras q escribiste eowynprincsold! Yo creo q todas las mujeres debemos sentirnos en cierto momento de nuestras vidas identificadas con esta Lady of Shalott. Se trata de liberarse de los mandatos sociales y querer soñar con una vida llena de magia, como la que transcurre en Camelot, y ser capaz hasta de dar la vida por ese sueño.

[@ketinunkantim]

Friend, I'll tell you what I intended to tell to the fellow right above you: You need to spend time to see detais ... and on the details, your trip goes to Loreena's soul. This is a master piece of art, and as such, must be watched several times and longer ... we, people as myself, would never be able to to such a ... perfection.

[@safarygirl]

Very Good is a steep understatement.

[@1641ification]

Excellent

[@ketinunkantim]

Uau. Sad, but fantastic, as all the comments I've read. Fantastic, incredible, it took me to Loreena's soul, as I said to two guys on the road.

[@Ziziline]

Great Video/pictures by a wonderfukk Song of LMcK. Many twinckiling Stars Angeline

[@GermanRiobo]

Toca el corazón semejante interpretación. Loreena la mejor. Escucharla te llena de paz. Saludos desde Argentina

[@KARANT47]

A very nice song, very nice and very sad. I like it so much.

[@Dreamchain17]

She's under a curse. She sits in her room weaving with her back to the window, and is only able to view the outside world through a mirror. When she sees/hears Lancelot, she turns around, and the curse hits her, so she gets in a boat to make her final journey and she dies before she reaches Camelot. I think it's probably a metaphor for watching the world instead of experiencing it, but an English major would probably tell you 50 different things.

[@zupflhupfl]

Simply wonderful ...

[@rumenige]

Una voz que te eleva y te desarma. 8 minutos y pico asombrosos. Tuve la suerte de verla en directo en Santiago de Compostela hace poco. Felicidades por el video.

[@perrinmariepierre464]

waooh quelle superbe voix d'ange magnifique ! j'adore

[@affenschwanz64]

@normalil It is The Lady of Shallot by Waterhouse. It is in the Tate Gallery, London.

[@feargal75]

what an angel voice !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[@DeniseInChains]

sooo beautiful

[@DeeSLush]

I love this song when it's played live :) The music is so... perrrrty hehe

[@Mia072298]

.just.beautiful.

[@celloprofundo]

Thanks you so much, honestly, great art does inspire one ; ) Doesn't Loreena give YOU shivers? or it it goose-bumps ? ; }

[@mariagabriela24]

the fifth image is based on a famous picture by J.W. Waterhouse

[@MrMaxdee]

@Wolfenstein224455 That is funny!Nothing wrong with it though.Any warrior poet would be proud of it.Stunning.Long live the Celts!!!

[@ramonlong5463]

yes!!!beautiful!!!!

[@lunaloons069]

Wouw amazing song

[@lissy2802]

Thx for this version!!

[@Criticalmis]

@paulg57 Frenchmen are also my #1 fantasy. Gwyn had good taste.

[@gorodnoff]

@Wolfenstein224455 love your comment!! so fun))

[@inkerlot]

Lovely

[@rabbittown1900]

ロリーナマケニットのシーディー１枚持っています…。セリーヌディオンのシーディーは２枚持ってるよ。マドンナのは１枚かな。あとマイケルジャクソンのも１枚持ってるよ…。

[@dianelf77]

Ah! Celloprofundo must be a poet as well as a musician! Peace and slán beo!

[@michaelsmorrison]

Water The Horses Time travels here from far and near Because it needs a rest Time to water the horses Who are swift at best Time to get the bearing Of what choice is left M.S. Morrison

[@TheLueii]

Thumbs up if you like Annes reanactment of this scene!

[@kaisabdullatifparis]

GORGEOUS pictures, where did they come from?

[@Criticalmis]

Reading these comments makes me wonder if anyone knows a good singing of "La Belle Dame Sanse Mercie"?

[@MrMaxdee]

@Wolfenstein224455 That is so funny!All men who are warrior poets understand this song.Long live the Celts!!!

[@normalil]

Please tell me where is that tile image of her whcih appears at 5:20

[@mariagabriela24]

the second image pictures Neuschwanstein castle in Germany

[@sgtcrab1]

@Wolfenstein224455 On their heads obviously!

[@Criticalmis]

@belsamur But love is love. Even the best of us do fall.

[@yoshicat123]

She had a curse that she couldn't look onto camelot but she did 'cause she saw the man she fell in love with - sir lancelot - then the curse came upon her.

[@torrentXofXdarkness]

I swear she sings better in live than studio

[@yanksfan13023]

eh had to do this for school sucksssss

[@maryjanebrant]

And I shall go there upon a day and I shall find my way there and on the horizon would the Lady greet me with wine and cheese and ready for taste a peppery shallots. She is the sky and I don't know why I am the moon the moon the glorious luminous sensuous moon.

[@GonnaRideForever]

its too hurried, she needs to slow down. i know its long but it sound way to fast

[@CatLegoDiver]

it's a bit faster tempo than the studio recording (about 3 minutes shorter), so yes, I agree. :-) It's nice that she picked this longer version for a live performance; normally the song is shortened significantly, coming in at about 5 minutes. I'm fortunate enough to have been to about 12 of Loreena's live performances and only once did I see her do the full, 11-minute version, in 1992, about a year after the album came out.

[@petervankan1]

I'll brighten your day: it didn't really happen.

[@Criticalmis]

@Dreamchain17 No, yiour pretty ;uch sot on, acoing to my English 101. And the lilies symbolize both virginity and death.

[@ketinunkantim]

My friend... you need to spent time to see details... you kiss too quicky.... The video takes is to Loreena's soul.