Avril 1966
Découvert par hasard — ici:
http://rebelrebelnow.blogspot.com/searc ... +faithfull — alors que (vieux pressage japonais devenu inaccessible) je désespérais de l’avoir. Ah! mes belins, je suis littéralement ravi, transporté! C’est comme si Papa Noël l’avait déposé devant ma cheminée, et que je me frottais les yeux, ébahi.
Besoin de confort, d’un moelleux édredon pour vos neurones surmenés? Besoin de douce mélancolie, de ce vague à l’âme dont se repaît si bien l’âme agacée des rigueurs de la vie? Cet album ne peut que vous agréer, vous contenter.
C’est du folk, du pur folk: un florilège de traditionnels et de reprises du meilleur aloi: Tom Paxton, Donovan, Erwin McColl, Cyril Tawney, etc. Du folk moderne toutefois, non pas gaillardement et perpendiculairement moderne, non! Vous n’y entendrez pas de basse tapageuse, de batterie valdingueuse, mais aux côtés de fines et scintillantes guitares — acoustiques bien sûr! — de belles innovations, du genre de celles qui feront les beaux jours de Pentangle: la basse et les bongos cabriolants et précipités de “Sally, free and easy” par exemple; ou encore le sitar dans “She moved thru’ the fair” et “Wild moutain thyme” ; et puis des guitares doctement bluesy, notamment dans “Green are you eyes”, le premier morceau — bluesy aussi l’harmonica qui revient par trois fois, ici en solo, en solo itou sur “Sunny Goodge Street” (délectable reprise! tout autant que l’original).
Et la voix de Marianne! la voix de sa prime jeunesse, chaude, légèrement vibrante. Et son chant! «digne» — comme l’écrit Richie Unterberger* — et pétri de justesse et d’émotion! Dire que cette sirène des mid-sixties n’a fait qu’un album de ce genre! Clamons-le, proclamons-le, c’est un chef-d’œuvre, une merveille, un joyau que doit posséder tout folkiste invétéré!
Vous trouverez les textes ci-après. Bonne écoute! Joyeux et soyeux Noël!
Carcamousse
Laudator temporis acti
* «Faithfull was still known primarily as a pop singer when she put out North Country Maid, but this is in fact very close to a pure folk album, with a bit of influence from pop, rock, blues, and jazz. Largely overlooked even by Faithfull fans, it's actually a quite respectable effort, and probably her best LP (other than greatest-hits compilations) from the time when her voice was still on the high side. Ably backed by sessionmen including guitarists Jon Mark and Jim Sullivan , she interprets mostly traditional material on this record, including "She Moved Through the Fair," "Wild Mountain Thyme," "Sally Free and Easy," and "Scarborough Fair." There are some mid-'60s covers too, though, including Donovan 's "Sunny Goodge Street" and Tom Paxton 's "Last Thing on My Mind." Sometimes, when the bass gets prominent and the arrangements swing, this isn't too far from early Pentangle , as unexpected as that comparison is. The use of sitar on "She Moved Through the Fair" and "Wild Mountain Thyme" is adventurous, and she sings pretty well throughout, with dignity and purity if not utmost imagination or grit. The 1990 CD reissue on Deram U.K. adds three worthwhile bonus tracks: "The Most of What Is Least" (from a 1965 EP) and alternate versions of "Come My Way" and "Mary Anne" (the originals of which had appeared on her 1965 album, Come My Way).» ~ Richie Unterberger
1/ Green are your eyes
Green are your eyes
In the morning when you rise
Don't you be afraid, my love,
To lie by me,
Your father will not know.
Love can be broken
Though no words are spoken.
Don't you be afraid to lie
By me my love,
Your father will not know.
Love, don't cry
I'll not try
Don't you be afraid to lie
By me my love,
Your father will not know
Yes, love don’t you cry
I'll not try
Don't you be afraid to lie
By me my love,
Your father will be told someday
About our wedding day
2/ Scarborough fair
Have you been to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one that lives there
For she once was a true lover of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
One with no seams, of fine needlework
And then she'll be a true lover of mine.
Tell her to dry it 'pon yonder thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
That never bore fruit since Adam was born
And then she'll be a true lover of mine.
Ah, can you find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Between the salt sea and the sea sand
Or never be a true lover of mine.
And can you plough it with a sheep's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Or never be a true lover of mine.
And when you have done and finished your work
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Then come to me for your cambric shirt
And then you'll be a true lover of mine.
3/ Cockleshells
When cockleshells turn silver bells
Then will my love return to me (ter)
Love return to me
Love return to me
Love return
Love return
Love return to me
In pastures green
I shall be seen
With my true love right by my side (ter)
Love right by my side
Love right by my side
Love right by
Love right by
Love right by my side
When I return then you shall learn
That I shall be my true love's bride (ter)
Be my true love's bride
Be my true love's bride
Be my true love's
Be my true love's
Be my true love's bride.
When love gets old it grows cold
And then true love will fade away (ter)
True love fades away
True love fades away
True love fades
True love fades
True love fades away.
4/ The last thing on my mind
(Tom Paxton)
It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning
In your hand, in your hand.
Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind ?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
You've got reasons a-plenty for going,
This I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growing,
Please don't go, please don't go.
Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind ?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you.
Every song in my breast dies a born-in
Without you, without you.
Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind ?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
5/ The first time I ever saw your face
(Erwin McColl)
The first time ever I saw your face
I saw the sun rise in your eyes
That the moon and stars were a gift you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love,
To the dark and the empty skies.
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love,
That was there at my command.
The first time ever I lay with you
And felt your heart beat close to mine,
I thought our joy would never end
And would last till the end of time, my love,
And would last till the end of time.
6/ Sally, free and easy
(Cyril Tawney)
Sally, free and easy,
That should be her name.
Sally, free and easy,
That should be her name.
Took a sailor's lovin'
For a nursery game.
Oh, the heart she gave him
Was not made of stone.
Oh, the heart she gave him
Was not made of stone.
It was sweet and hollow
Like a honeycomb.
Think I'll wait till morning,
See the ensign down.
Think I'll wait till sunrise,
See the ensign down.
See my coffin coming,
To my burial groun'.
Sally, free and easy,
That should be her name.
Sally, free and easy,
That should be her name.
Took a sailor's lovin',
For a nursery game.
7/ Sunny Goodge Street
(Donovan)
On the firefly platform of sunny Goodge Street
A violent hash-smoker shook a chocolate machine
Involved in an eating scene
Smashing into neon streets in their stillness
Smearing their eyes on the crazy Kali goddess
Listening to sounds of Mingus mellow fantastic.
"My, my", they sigh.
In dull house rooms with coloured lights swinging
Strange music boxes sadly tinkling
Drink in the sun shining all around you.
"My, my", they sigh.
— solo d’harmonica —
—
The magician, he sparkles in satin and velvet,
You gaze at his splendour with eyes you've not used yet.
I tell you his name is Love, Love, Love.
"My, my", they sigh.
"My, my", so high.
"My, my" they sigh.
Hmm, hmm.
Hmm, hmm.
Hmm, hmm.
8/ How should I your true love know
How should I your true love know
From the other one ?
By his cockle hat and staff
And his sandal shoon [† shoes].
He is dead and gone, Lady,
He is dead and gone.
At his heels the grass-green turf
At his head a stone.
How should I your true love know
From the other one ?
By his cockle hat and staff
And his sandal shoon.
9/ She moved thru’ the fair
(Irish traditional)
My young love said to me, "My brothers won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind."
Then she turned her face to me and this she did say:
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."
She turned away from me and moved thru' the fair
And I watched her move here so swiftly move here and move there
And she turned her way homeward with one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
Last night, I did dream that my dead love come in.
So softly she enterd that her feet made no din,
And she turned her head to me and this she did say:
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."
10/ North country maid
A North country maid up to London has strayed
Although with her nature it did not agree.
So she wept and she sighed and bitterly she cried,
"Oh, I wish once again in the North I could be."
For the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
They all grow green in the North country.
While sadly I roam I regret my dear home,
Where the lads and young lasses are making the hay.
Where the birds sweetly sing, and the merry bells do ring
And the maidens and meadows are pleasant and gay.
For the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
They all grow green in the North country.
No doubt if I please, I could marry with ease,
Where maidens are fair, many lovers will come.
But he that I wed must be North country bred
And carry me back to my own country.
For the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
They all grow so green in the North country.
11/ Lullaby
Hush now, little one,
The day has lost its glow
The night falls softly round
The sandman's sleepy saws.
Sleep.
The stars will shine tonight
High up in the sky.
The breeze will sing a song
As he goes hurrying by.
Sleep.
For you the sun will rise,
For you the dawn will break.
Hush now, all is still,
Hush now till you wake.
Sleep.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Sleep.
So sleep.
12/ Wild mountain thyme
(Francis McPeake)
Oh the summertime is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Blooms around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go.
And we'll all go together
To pick wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather.
Will you go, lassie, go.
I will give, my love, a bowl
By young clear crystal fountain
And in it I will place
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will you go, lassie, go.
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather.
Will you go, lassie, go.
If my true love she won't go
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go.
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather.
Will you go, lassie, go.
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