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Old 03-24-2006, 02:48 PM   #8
Nogrod
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My name is Chameleon (or Nogrod? Others haven't thus far used an artist-name, although Valesse's introduction kind of pointed to that direction?), and I will be performing a kind of Beren's and Lúthien's duetto, sang to Aragorn and Arwen. The original is by Leonard Cohen, based on a poem by Federico Garcia Lorca "Take This Waltz". The style might be of a more immaterial-kind: so no Leonard Cohen's roughness (and that astounding bass!), but still some street-credibility with life vs. eternity -stuff. I'll change my voice in between the stanzas, and the duetto will be kind of "throat-singing" - Siberian style.

Oh, I come from very far away from anywhere... and thought of just performing the first two stanzas + chorus, for you would stop me before the end anyways.

Lúthien-part:
Now in your heart there's a place for just one,
Your’s is the shoulder that death comes to claim.
There’s a journey of nine hundred choices,
There’s a tree, with which the hope might just die.
There’s an elf that was torn from her kind,
And she hangs on the balance of your deeds.
Ay - Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this war, take this war.
Take this war with the clamp of your line.

Beren-part:
I want you, I want you, I want you,
On the throne of a yet dead realm.
In the shade of the tree with King’s-weed,
In hallways where love’s never been.
On a bed that Maiar has been guarding,
In a cry filled with footsteps and pain.
Ay - Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this war, take this war.
Take her broken soul into your palm.

Together: (throat-singing mode = dual voice)
This war, this war, this war, this war.
With your very own thread of loving and death,
Dragging her kin overseas.
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...

Last edited by Nogrod; 03-24-2006 at 07:51 PM. Reason: cleared the parts by changing the place of the ":"
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