An electronic / rock inspired song featuring spoken word poetry, double bass drums, fast guitars and delicious words.
Her Light Guitar: Poem by James Whitcomb Riley
Read by: D.K. Mckenzie
Music record & performed by: D.K. Mckenzie
As featured on the podcast: The Poe Underground - Episode 33
https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-the-poe-underground-poetry-122907183/episode/her-light-guitar-episode-33-262140668/
She twankled a tune on her light guitar—
A low, sweet jangle of tangled sounds,
As blurred as the voices of the fairies are,
Dancing in moondawn dales and downs;
And the tinkling drip of the strange refrain Ran over the rim of my soul like rain.
The great blond moon in the midnight skies Paused and poised o'er the trellis eaves,
And the stars, in the light of her upturned eyes,
Sifted their love through the rifted leaves,
Glittered and splintered in crystal mist
Down the glittering strings that her fingers kissed.
O the melody mad!
O the tinkle and thrill Of the ecstasy of the exquisite thing!
The red rose dropped from the window-sill
And lay in a long swoon quivering;
While the dying notes of the strain divine
Rippled in glee up my spellbound spine.
Her Light Guitar: Poem by James Whitcomb Riley
Read by: D.K. Mckenzie
Music record & performed by: D.K. Mckenzie
As featured on the podcast: The Poe Underground - Episode 33
https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-the-poe-underground-poetry-122907183/episode/her-light-guitar-episode-33-262140668/
She twankled a tune on her light guitar—
A low, sweet jangle of tangled sounds,
As blurred as the voices of the fairies are,
Dancing in moondawn dales and downs;
And the tinkling drip of the strange refrain Ran over the rim of my soul like rain.
The great blond moon in the midnight skies Paused and poised o'er the trellis eaves,
And the stars, in the light of her upturned eyes,
Sifted their love through the rifted leaves,
Glittered and splintered in crystal mist
Down the glittering strings that her fingers kissed.
O the melody mad!
O the tinkle and thrill Of the ecstasy of the exquisite thing!
The red rose dropped from the window-sill
And lay in a long swoon quivering;
While the dying notes of the strain divine
Rippled in glee up my spellbound spine.
- Category
- Music Spoken Word Music Category S
- Tags
- music, newmusic, electronic
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