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One More for the Depression Playlist

My friend Donna mentioned a John Dowland piece, "In Darkness Let Me Dwell," as a Really Cool Song that I should consider learning. This morning, I went to YouTube and listened to Christina Hogman's version of it.

*giggles hysterically*

It's one of those "Let me slit my wrists in front of you now." songs.


In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be,
The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me;
The walls of marble black, that moist'ned still shall weep;
My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb,
O let me dying live, till death doth come, till death doth come.

In darkness let me dwell

I don't think I can sing it--because I'd have to burst out laughing, at some point of it, just to lighten the mood.

Even weirder, apparently, this is offered as a freaking ringtone! Can you imagine having that on your phone?!

I think "You Stay Here" is a more upbeat piece, and that's a truly scary thought. :)

Current Mood: chipperchipper
Ah, Dowland.

He tends to write pieces best described as "three viols contemplating suicide."

The rakehells of the Restoration apparently had a wonderful name for this kind of music and the pople who played it: "fum-fum scrapers." Because they're always scraping their bows across the strngs slowly, slowly, going fuuuuummmmmm-fuuuuuummmm, fuuummm-fuuuum-fuuuum-fuuuuuuummmm... There's a song--an infomercial, really--which speaks with relish of cutting their strings and kicking them out.

Which leads me to the image of Charles II staggering up the stairs at Buckingham Palce late at night during some royal revel, coming across some fop crooning "I Joy Not In No Earthly Bliss" to a circle of dewey-eyed doxies, grabbing up his lute, smashing it against the wall and handing the wreckage back to him with a shrug, saying "Heh--sorry."

--Skarl the Drummer