Favorite Long Song

[Edwardo Piet]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2F_hGwD26g

[Cerrone]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_eIV_DLGN8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZspN9-E326U

[Entropist]

"Long" for me means at least 10 minutes. But "Glosoli" is one by my favorite rock band, Sigur Ros. I could post just about anything by them:

[Entropist]

This song by Daniel Zott is good, reminiscent [WOO HOO FINALLY SPELLED IT RIGHT - TOO MUCH BEER] of Grant Lee Buffalo's early stuff:

Heavenly Union (the whole song can be heard at the link)

The lyrics are from a parody by Frederick Douglass of a popular southern US hymn at the end of his irst autobiography, highlighting the hypocrisy of the Christians of his day in support of slavery (or simply looking the other way).

come saints and sinners hear me tell
how pious priests whip jack and nell
and women buy and children sell
and preach all sinners down to hell
and sing of heavenly union

they'll bleat and baa dona like goats
gorge down black sheep and strain at motes
array their backs in fine black coats
then seize their negroes by their throats
and choke for heavenly union

they'll church you if you sip a dram
and damn you if you steal a lamb
yet rob old tony, doll, and sam
of human rights and bread and ham
kidnapper's heavenly union

they'll loudly talk of christ's reward
and bind his image with a cord
and scold and swing the lash abhorred
and sell their brother in the lord
to handcuffed heavenly union

they'll read and sing a sacred song
and make a prayer both loud and long
and teach the right and do the wrong
hailing the brother, sister throng
with words of heavenly union

a roaring ranting sleek man-thief
who lived on mutton, veal, and beef
yet never would afford relief
to needy sable sons of grief
was big with heavenly union

love not the world the preacher said
and winked his eye and shook his head
he seized on tom and dick and ned
cut short their meat and clothes and bread
yet still loved heavenly union

another preacher whining spoke
of one whose heart for sinners broke
he tied old nanny to an oak
and drew the blood at every stroke
and prayed for heavenly union

[Entropist]

Kent, 747:





This song depresses the hell out of me, but I love it.

[Entropist]

Going to see THIS in concert tonight-- one of my favorite classical pieces, Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade:

[DiRNiS]

Wow! So many songs listed on this thread fall well before my time.

Yes, I'm a young one, and a bit of a metal head. Not only one of my favourite long songs but also one of my favourite pieces of music comes in the form of:

Nightwish - Ghost Love Score

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VF0BlXP-0Y

A masterpiece in every sense of the word. This is what Nightwish is all about.

[Entropist]

I will likely go see a performance of Barber's Knoxville: Summer of 1915 in October in Memphis:









The text by James Agee:

We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville Tennessee in the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself as a child.

...It has become that time of evening when people sit on their porches, rocking gently and talking gently and watching the street and the standing up into their sphere of possession of the trees, of birds' hung havens, hangars. People go by; things go by. A horse, drawing a buggy, breaking his hollow iron music on the asphalt: a loud auto: a quiet auto: people in pairs, not in a hurry, scuffling, switching their weight of aestival body, talking casually, the taste hovering over them of vanilla, strawberry, pasteboard, and starched milk, the image upon them of lovers and horsemen, squaring with clowns in hueless amber. A streetcar raising its iron moan; stopping; belling and starting, stertorous; rousing and raising again its iron increasing moan and swimming its gold windows and straw seats on past and past and past, the bleak spark crackling and cursing above it like a small malignant spirit set to dog its tracks; the iron whine rises on rising speed; still risen, faints; halts; the faint stinging bell; rises again, still fainter; fainting, lifting, lifts, faints foregone: forgotten. Now is the night one blue dew.

Now is the night one blue dew, my father has drained, he has coiled the hose.

Low in the length of lawns, a frailing of fire who breathes...

Parents on porches: rock and rock. From damp strings morning glories hang their ancient faces.

The dry and exalted noise of the locusts from all the air at once enchants my eardrums.

On the rough wet grass of the back yard my father and mother have spread quilts. We all lie there, my mother, my father, my uncle, my aunt, and I too am lying there.…They are not talking much, and the talk is quiet, of nothing in particular, of nothing at all in particular, of nothing at all. The stars are wide and alive, they seem each like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near. All my people are larger bodies than mine,...with voices gentle and meaningless like the voices of sleeping birds. One is an artist, he is living at home. One is a musician, she is living at home. One is my mother who is good to me. One is my father who is good to me. By some chance, here they are, all on this earth; and who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth, lying, on quilts, on the grass, in a summer evening, among the sounds of the night. May God bless my people, my uncle, my aunt, my mother, my good father, oh, remember them kindly in their time of trouble; and in the hour of their taking away.

After a little I am taken in and put to bed. Sleep, soft smiling, draws me unto her: and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home: but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am.

Moves me to tears EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

I've got a recording of Sylvia McNair with the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra which I like.

Also on the program is Copland's Appalachian Spring. Should be a winner.

[Jaysyn]

Iron Madien - Rime of the Ancient Mariner

It's based on Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem of the same name.