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Spear of Flame, Horse of Air

by Stone Breath

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Abide, abide true love, she said, Beg and stay all night - You shall have pleasure in my bed By coal and candlelight. I won't abide, you false lady, Beg and stay all night For I have a better love waiting When I get home tonight. He stooped over saddle bow To kiss her lips so sweet; With a dagger in her hand, She wounded him full deep. Why woundest me, you false lady? Why woundest me so sore? There's not a doctor in all the land My mortal wound can cure. She woke her maids in the morning, Just at the break of day, There's a dead man in my bed - I wish he was away. Some took him by the lily white hands And others by the feet - They threw him in an old dark well; It was so cold and deep. Lie there, lie there, you false young man. Lie there, lie there alone And let the one you love so well Think you're long coming home. Up and spoke a pretty little bird Sitting in a tree, An ill death may you die lady For he had no love but thee. Come down, come down, my pretty bird, And sit upon my knee, For I have a golden cage at home That I would give to thee. I won't come down, you false lady, And sit upon your knee, For you have slain your own true love, I'm sure you would slay me. I wish I had my bow to bend; My arrow and my string; I'd shoot you through the very heart, Among the leaves so green. If you had your bow to bend, Your arrows and your string, I'd take my wings and fly away. You'd never see me again.
Cold blows the wind tonight, my love, Cold are the drops of rain. I never had but one true love, In green wood she lies slain. I'll do as much for my true love As any young man may. I'll sit and mourn all at her grave For twelve months and a day. The twelve months and a day being up, The ghost began to grieve - Your salten tears they trickle down And wet my winding sheet. It's I my love, sits on your grave And will not let you sleep, For I crave one kiss from your clay cold lips And that is all I seek. O lily, lily, are my lips. My breath is earthy strong. If you have one kiss from my clay cold lips Your time will not be long. 'Twas down in yonder garden, love, Where we used to walk, The fairest flower that ever was seen Is withered to a stalk. The stalk is withered dry my love, So must our hearts decay. So rest yourself content my love 'Til Death calls you away.
Mad Song 04:43
The wild winds weep, And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs enfold!... But lo! the morning peeps Over the eastern steeps, And the rustling beds of dawn The earth do scorn. Lo! to the vault Of paved heaven, With sorrow fraught, My notes driven: They strike the ear of Night, Make weak the eyes of Day; They make the roaring winds, And with the tempests play, Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd And with night will go; I turn my back to the east From whence comforts have increased; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain.
How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff And his sandal shoon. He is dead and gone, lady. He is dead and gone. At his head a grass green turf. At his heels a stone. White his shroud as the mountain snow, Larded with sweet flowers, Which bewept to the grave did go, With true-love showers.
Abroad as I was walking, One evening in the spring, I heard a maid in Bedlam So sweetly for to sing. Her chain she rattled in her hand, and thus replied she: I love my love, because I know My love loves me. O, my cruel parents Have been too unkind, For they drove and punished me And troubled my mind. And though I'm ruined for his love, Contented will I be. I love my love, because I know My love loves me. Would I become a swallow, Ascend into the air, And if I lost my lover And could not find him there - I quickly would become a fish And search the flowing sea. I love my love, because I know My love loves me. With straw I'll make a garland And dress it very fine. I'll fix the same with roses, Lily pink, and tine. I will preserve it for my love When he returns from sea. I love my love, because I know My love loves me. As she sat sadly weeping, Her love came on the land. Hearing she was in Bedlam, He ran straight out of hand And as he entered into the gates He heard her sigh and say: I love my love, because I know My love loves me. He stood and gazed on her, Hearing his love complain. He could not stand any longer - He bled in every vein. He flew into her snowy white arms And thus replied he: I love my love, because I know My love loves me.
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam Ten thousand miles I've traveled. Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes To keep her shoes from gravel. I went down to Satan's kitchen To break my fast one morning, And there I got souls piping hot All on the spit a-turning. My staff has murdered giants. My bag a long knife carries - To cut mince pies from children's thighs, With which to feed the fairies. From hag or hungry goblin That into rags would rend ye, All the sprites stand by the naked man - In the Book of Moons defend ye. I know more than Apollo knows, For oft' when he lies sleeping I see the stars at mortal wars In the wounded welkin weeping. The moon's my constant mistress. The lonely owl my marrow. The flaming drake and the night crow make The music to my sorrows. Spirits white as lightning Shall on my travels guide me. The stars would shake and the moon would quake Whenever they espied me. It's then that I'll be murdering The Man in the Moon to a powder. His staff I'll break, his dog I'll shake And there'll howl no demon louder. By a host of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander; With a burning spear and a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. By a knight of ghosts and shadows, I summoned am to tourney, Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end - Methinks it is no journey. So drink to Tom of Bedlam - Go fill the seas in barrels - I'll drink it all, well brewed with gall And maudlin drunk I'll quarrel. And still I sing bonny boys, Bonny mad boys, Bedlam boys are bonny, For they all go bare, And they live by the air, And they want no drink or money.


originally released by Brave Mysteries on LP in an edition of 250 copies. Catalog number MYST010.



released October 31, 2013

Stone Breath, guided by spirits white as lightning were:

timeMOTHeye: vocals, whistles, lute-guitar, banjo, dumbek, harp, bodhran, guimbri-banjo, banjola, tamboura-lyre

Don Belch: 6 and 12-string guitars, lute-guitar, ramyaj, drones, guimbri-banjo, bodhran, cigarbox banjo

Brooke Elizabeth: vocals, dumbek

Gideon Renner: vocals, laughter

Ursula Renner: vocals, laughter


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Stone Breath is not new. It is cracked. Broken. Imperfect. Hidden. Weathered by the seasons.

We sing of ghosts and of forgotten paths through forest and fallow field.

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