{"id":460,"date":"2004-04-22T11:15:00","date_gmt":"2004-04-22T16:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2004\/04\/22\/shivery-songs-in-spring\/"},"modified":"2022-07-05T14:54:54","modified_gmt":"2022-07-05T12:54:54","slug":"shivery-songs-in-spring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2004\/04\/22\/shivery-songs-in-spring\/","title":{"rendered":"SHIVERY SONGS IN SPRING"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Along Planteskolev\u00e4gen, daffodils bow their heads and curtsey before the royal red crowns of the regal tulips. The sun is out, and you&#8217;d think by now I&#8217;d be used to it, but no. It&#8217;s just as awesome and bright every day it makes an appearance. The fields are plowed and turned and fertilized and some of them are even green, tiny little rape plants already pushing forth. Fields of rape. Rape fields. Amazing that something that sounds so potentially horrifying produces such unbelievable BRIGHT yellow blooms. You&#8217;d swear they&#8217;re fake. Nothing can be that yellow, right? <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lizardek.com\/lj_images\/rapefields.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Wrong<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t like the smell of rapeseed though. It&#8217;s oily and oppressive, exactly like something named <i>rapeseed<\/i> OUGHT to smell like.<\/p>\n<p><b>Prepare to Be Awed:<\/b> <a href=\"http:\/\/sensitivelight.com\/blog\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Sensitive Light<\/a><\/p>\n<p><!--more Things I Have to do in the Very Near Future--><b>Things I Have To Do in the Very Near Future:<\/b><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>finish the AWC website (before Tuesday)<\/li>\n<li>AWC printed newsletter<\/li>\n<li>Martin&#8217;s Swedish passport renewal application dropped off<\/li>\n<li>Marda&#8217;s business cards\/flyers<\/li>\n<li>buy soccer shoes, socks and shin guards for Karin (before Monday)<\/li>\n<li>laundry<\/li>\n<li><b>beg people for poetry submissions for <a href=\"http:\/\/www.mosaicminds.net\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Mosaic Minds<\/a><\/b><\/li>\n<li>design an invitation to choir party (before Tuesday)<\/li>\n<li>nail down details for AWC tshirts with Emily<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Yesterday, in the mail, I got this <a href=\"http:\/\/esmecat.inknoise.com\/esmecat\/0009\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Raven Pendant<\/a> from <a href=\"http:\/\/esmecat.livejournal.com\/\" class=\"lj-user\">esmecat<\/a>. She sent it to me because I admired it. It&#8217;s even more beautiful in real life than that photo makes it out to be. I&#8217;m thrilled and touched and happy.<\/p>\n<p><b>Moods That My Mood Set Lacks:<\/b> peachy, ducky, gooberish, snucky, headachey, smart-alecky<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re working on a shivery delicious song in choir called <i>Visa Vid Midsommartid<\/i> (Song for Midsummer Time). At first, I didn&#8217;t like it, because it&#8217;s not a very easy melody, but after working with it for a bit, I&#8217;ve fallen in love. It makes me think of forest trolls, and moonshine on still water and young girls putting flowers under their pillows in the hopes of dreaming of the one they&#8217;ll marry. It makes me want to sing at night. Here&#8217;s the first verse (and thanks to <a href=\"http:\/\/swingtime.livejournal.com\/\" class=\"lj-user\">swingtime<\/a> now the WHOLE first verse and not just the alto part, see verse 2 in the comments):<\/p>\n<p><i>Du lindar av olvon en midsommarkrans och h\u00e4nger den om ditt h\u00e5r. Du skrattar \u00e5t m\u00e5ngubbens benvita glans, som h\u00f6gt \u00f6ver tallen st\u00e5r. I natt skall du dansa vid Svartrama tj\u00e4rn i l\u00e5ngdans, i spr\u00e5ngdans p\u00e5 gl\u00f6dande j\u00e4rn. I natt \u00e4r du bjuden av dimman till dans, d\u00e4r Ull-Stina, Kull-Lina g\u00e5r.*<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Another song that we are singing is called <i>H\u00e5rgal\u00e5ten<\/i>, and I love it even more, if that&#8217;s possible. It tells the tale of a group of young people, living beneath H\u00e5rga mountain, who gather one evening to party. They should have known better since it was a high holy day. They had no one to play for them, but just then a mysterious musician appeared at the edge of the forest and immediately began playing a bewitching tune on the violin. The youngsters felt impelled to dance, without really understanding why. Then, one of the youths discovered that the violinist had goat&#8217;s hooves instead of feet. By then, however, it was too late, and the musician, never ceasing to play, led them up the mountain where he played by the steep cliffsides until only a ring of grinning skulls was left. *shiver and grin*<\/p>\n<p> <font size=\"-2\"><i>*You wrap guelder-rose into a midsummer wreath and hang it on your hair. You laugh at the bone-white lustre of the man in the moon standing over the pines. Tonight you shall dance by the black-framed pool, a long dance, a leaping dance, on glowing heat. Tonight, you&#8217;re invited by the fog to dance, there where the fog-elves walk.<\/i><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Along Planteskolev\u00e4gen, daffodils bow their heads and curtsey before the royal red crowns of the regal tulips. The sun is out, and you&#8217;d think by now I&#8217;d be used to it, but no. It&#8217;s just as awesome and bright every day it makes an appearance. The fields are plowed and turned and fertilized and some of them are even green, tiny little rape plants already pushing forth. Fields of rape. Rape fields. Amazing that something that sounds so potentially horrifying produces such unbelievable BRIGHT yellow blooms. You&#8217;d swear they&#8217;re fake. Nothing can be that yellow, right? Wrong. 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