Love is in the air or the ear

 

~ cuniform tablet ~

The oldest love poem is the Love Song of Shu-Sin found in the library of king Ashurbanipal in Mesopotamia circa 2000 BCE. Found in the mid-1800s, this uniform tablet surpassed the Song of Solomon from the Bible as the oldest love song. The second stanza reads:

"You have captivated me, let me stand tremblingly before you.

Bridegroom, I would be taken by you to the bedchamber,

You have captivated me, let me stand tremblingly before you.

Lion, I would be taken by you to the bedchamber."

Love songs became popular in the middle ages when people began thinking of love in other than religious forms. Developed from the Troubadour musical traditions, secular love became a popular topic. Quant la doulce jouvencelle is a medieval love song from around 1430 performed by the duet Asteria.

Under the Lime-Tree (Unter der Linden), was a Bavarian love song written by Walther von der Vogelweide in the late 12th century.

Under the lime-tree, on the daisied ground,

   Two that I know of made their bed;

There you may see, heaped and scattered round,

   Grass and blossoms, broken and shed,

All in a thicket down in the dale;

              Tandaradei -- 

Sweetly sang the nightingale.

Ere I set foot in the meadow, already

   Some one was waiting for somebody;

There was a meeting -- O gracious Lady!

   There is no pleasure again for me.

Thousands of kisses there he took,

               -- Tandaradei -- 

See my lips, how red they look!

Leaf and blossom he had pulled and piled

   For a couch, a green one, soft and high;

And many a one hath gazed and smiled,

   Passing the bower and pressed grass by;

And the roses crushed hath seen,

               -- Tandaradei -- 

Where I laid my head between.

In this love passage, if any one had been there,

   How sad and shamed should I be!

But what were we a doing alone among the green there,

   No soul shall ever know except my love and me,

And the little nightingale.

               -- Tandaradei -- 

She, I think, will tell no tale.

You can hear it performed with music here.

In Chapter 007 - For a Song of The Bastard's Battle, Nicolette plays "Under the Lime Tree" on the zither Eryk made for her when they were twelve.

Imagine Dragons - the band

One of my favorite bands (I do like my dragons):

Imagine Dragons

Demons

When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale

I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

At the curtain’s call
It's the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made

Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

Radioactive

Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa

I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
Whoa

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, the sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

Music Monday - KONGOS Come with Me Now

by Johnny Kongos

Afraid to lose control
And caught up in this world
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath
I think I've thought myself to death

I was born without this fear
Now only this seems clear
I need to move, I need to fight
I need to lose myself tonight

Come with me now
I'm gonna take you down
Come with me now
I'm gonna show you how

I think with my heart and I move with my head
I open my mouth and it's something I've read
I stood at this door before, I'm told
But a part of me knows that I'm growing too old

Confused what I thought with something I felt
Confuse what I feel with something that's real
I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite

Far away
I heard him say (come with me now)
Don't delay
I heard him say (come with me now)

Exhausted

Hank Williams ~ I'm So Lonesome I Could Die

I am exhausted

by guilt

by sadness

by emptiness

by longing

by foolish hope

at times like these

times so frequent

like everyday

I am defective

there’s dust on my head

letters come out bacwkards

tears without the sobs

sham depression

since there’s no real reason

fake, false, faulty

I am forgotten

yet there’ll come a time

when the vacancy sign

comes down and out

pops that other

I just can’t find it right

now

I grew up listening to country music artists, such as, Hank Williams, who died in 1953, and waltzes, such as those by Franz Lehár. 

Franz Lehár ~ The Volga Song

I found the prompt for this post from Brian Miller. He directs us to mindlovemisery who suggests we use the music from the decade of our birth as the basis for inspiration.

Flash 55 - emit yna gnippots on

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I know what the sign said but I couldn’t help myself;
with plaintive notes surfing on the drafts of air
surging through the city canyons,
I stood back,
wondering at our similarities of appearance and
stance, the both of us forever together:
I think he’ll remember me as
well as the notes of his
symphony.

 

Are you playing in the CONTEST - drink the wild wind ?

 

Here's a clue to help you:

 

The whole moves forward while the parts move backwards.

 

Play with the G-Man and make him smile.