[rec.music.gaffa] Jig of Life poem

Love-Hounds-request@GAFFA.MIT.EDU (10/27/89)

Really-From: kudla@pawl.rpi.edu (Robert J. Kudla)


A friend of mine wants to know what the poem is at the end of the Jig
of Life, word-for-word, and also who recites it. Thanks a lot, I'd
appreciate if people would mail it to me instead of posting it.... too
much bandwidth in this group as it is.
-- 
Robert Jude Kudla   <kudla@pawl.rpi.edu> <kudla@acm.rpi.edu> <fw3s@RPITSMTS>

                       What noisy cats are we.

Love-Hounds-request@GAFFA.MIT.EDU (10/28/89)

Really-From: koeppel@cs.rutgers.edu

re: jig of life poem.... just finger me!!! :)


oops. i just realized this is going to the list... oh well...


	jessica
     koeppel@porthos.rutgers.edu

Love-Hounds-request@GAFFA.MIT.EDU (12/21/90)

Really-From: kk4fs!s_fungus@crdgw1.ge.com (Slender Fungus)

Could someone please post or E-mail the little poem in "Jig of Life"?

Thanks in advance,
Slender Fungus

Love-Hounds-request@GAFFA.MIT.EDU (12/22/90)

Really-From: jeffy@lewhoosh.umd.edu (Jeffrey C. Burka)


>Really-From: kk4fs!s_fungus@crdgw1.ge.com (Slender Fungus)
>
>Could someone please post or E-mail the little poem in "Jig of Life"?

Can't you see where memories are kept bright
Tripping on the water like a laughing girl?
Time in her eyes is spawning past life
Run on the ocean and the woman unfurls
Holding all the love that waits for you here.

Catch us now for a I am your future
A kiss on the wind and we'll make the land.
Come over here to where When lingers
Waiting in this empty world.
Waiting for Then when the life spray cools
For Now does ride in on the curl of a wave
And you will dance with me in the sunlit pools.

We are the going water and the gone
We are of water and the holy land of water
And all that's to come runs in 
With the thrust on the strand.

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Anybody know if KaTe wrote this part herself or if John Carder not only
recited, but also wrote it?

Jeff

-- 
|Jeffrey C. Burka                | "At night they're seen                 |
|                                |  Laughing, loving, 	                  |
|jeffy@lewhoosh.umd.edu          |  They know the way to be happy" --KaTe |

Love-Hounds-request@GAFFA.MIT.EDU (12/22/90)

Really-From: Peter Glen Berger <pb1p+@andrew.cmu.edu>

Love-Hounds-request@gaffa.MIT.EDU writes:
> Really-From: jeffy@lewhoosh.umd.edu (Jeffrey C. Burka)
> 
> 
> >Really-From: kk4fs!s_fungus@crdgw1.ge.com (Slender Fungus)
> >
> >Could someone please post or E-mail the little poem in "Jig of Life"?
>
>  <most of poem deleted> 
>
> We are the going water and the gone
> We are of water and the holy land of water
> And all that's to come runs in 
> With the thrust on the strand.
> 
> Anybody know if KaTe wrote this part herself or if John Carder not only
> recited, but also wrote it?
> 
> Jeff
> 

At least the last paragraph is derived from an anonymous Irish folk
song/poem.  I'll post it as soon as I remember to bring my Bartlett's
to work.  Vaguely, it's "Ich am of Irelonde and the Holy Lande of
Irelonde". 

> -- 
> |Jeffrey C. Burka                | "At night they're seen                 |
> |                                |  Laughing, loving,                     |
> |jeffy@lewhoosh.umd.edu          |  They know the way to be happy" --KaTe |



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Love-Hounds-request@GAFFA.MIT.EDU (12/22/90)

Really-From: orion@wpi.wpi.edu (Kenneth G Descoteaux)

In article <3J2Hu2w163w@kk4fs.UUCP> you write:
>Really-From: kk4fs!s_fungus@crdgw1.ge.com (Slender Fungus)
>
>Could someone please post or E-mail the little poem in "Jig of Life"?
>
>Thanks in advance,
>Slender Fungus

 I put this moment..............................................here.
 I put this moment.........................here.
 I put this moment--
                          "Over here!
           "Over here!
            Can't you see where memories are kept bright?
            Tripping on the water like a laughing girl.
            Time in her eyes is spawning past light,
            One when the ocean and the woman unfurled,
            Holding _all_the_love_ that waits for you here.
            Catch us now for I _am_ your future.
            A kiss on the wind and we'll make the land.
            Come over here to where When lingers,
            Waiting in this empty world,
            Waiting for Then, when the lifespray cools.
            For Now _does_ ride in on the curl of the wave,
            And you _will_ dance with me in the sunlit pools.
            We are of the going water and the gone.
            We are of water in the holy land of water
            And all that's to come runs in
            With the thrust on the strand." 

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Copied out of my .plan file  :^)
Enjoy!

-Ken

cliff@athena.cs.uga.EDU (Cliff Hoffman) (04/02/91)

Here's what I could gather of the poem at the end of "Jig of Life"
Many pardons if this is on the archive somewhere, I haven't had a
chance to go poking around yet.

I put this moment here
			I put this moment here
					I put this moment over here
Over here
Can't you see where memories are kept
tripping underwater like a laughing girl
Time in an eye responding past life
run with the ocean and a woman unfurls
holding all the love that waits for you here
catch us now for I am your future
A kiss on the wind and we'll make the land
come over here to where when lingers
waiting in this empty world
waiting for them when the lights break loose
for now does ride in on the third wave
and you will dance on the sunlit pools
we are of the flowing water and the god (???)
we are water in a holy land of water
and all that's to come runs in
and the first on the strand (???)

It's an interesting poem, and I'll feel silly if happens to be
something that Tennyson or Shakespeare wrote. But
that's life, isn't it?

Favorite album?  	Hounds of Love, at least until I get my hands on
			The Dreaming
Favorite song?	You've got to be kidding. That's like picking your
			favorite nose, err...uh,...like picking your favorite
			course at a banquet. No such doing.

And while I'm on the subject of deciphering KaTe, what is the word
at the end of The Dreaming (the song)?  A gravelly voice says -
Woor-mica-ina?  And what is woomera? 

E-mail me if the answers are too uninteresting to be posted.

Gee, if only Athens had a Tower, then I could get Hammersmith, and
then I'd have a reason to buy a VCR.

Cliff (Let there be a tour, please please please) Hoffman
cliff@athena.cs.uga.edu

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