So apparently there's this band Yeasayer and I thought I wasn't super into their music so I didn't really pay much attention to their stuff.
Then I go to an LVC event and one of the houses sings an acapella version of Red Cave and I am hooked. The song is in my head for days, and I can't figure out where the song came from. Is it an old folk tune? Is it from some communist song book? Then I finally hit on the right combination of search words and find out that it's by Yeasayer off their old album "All Hour Cymbals," how embarrassing for me!
Regardless, it's an excellent song. The song is structured in a round, and there's something almost primal about It reminds me of singing with your head thrown back at the top of your lungs under a starry night sky on a crisp fall night around a fire with your nearest and dearest. For you listening pleasure I've included links to both a live version of the song and the actual recording. I was tempted to provide you with multiple versions of the song live, but then I remembered that I am not the only one who can use youtube, and you might not be as hooked on the song as I am.
Lyrics
I went out past the willow and the well
caught my breath upon the hill
at the edge of the domain
and I went down
and further down
and when I got up,
I'm at the red cave
and with that sound
as if I had been put under a spell
she led me to her whirlpool
warm despite a winter's day
Mary's house in the hollow of the
white hazel rapid whirlpool
and the church of the red cave
I'm so blessed to
have spent that time
with my family and the friends
I love with my short life i have met
so many people I deeply care for
I'm so blessed to
have spent that time
with my family and the friends
I love with my short life I have met
so many people I deeply care for
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I only recently found out that the lyrics to this song are pretty much the English translation of the Welsh name of this one Town, which is:
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
Seriously, look it up. I'm not lying. :)
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