Emilie Autumn

I går satt jeg og snakket med en venn på msn, og hun fortalte meg om en sang som het "Miss Lucy had some Leeches". Jeg syntes det var en interessant tittel, så jeg bestemte meg for å sjekke det.
Det jeg kom til, var en sang av en artist some heter Emilie Autumn. Og hvilken genial sang! Sjekket litt mer rundt, og fant denne sangen! Tenkte øyeblikkelig på de gamle franske og engelske kongene og alle konene deres! Godt med sanger som har litt realistisk innhold, ikke sant? :P


En annen sang som virkelig kan anbefales er "Shalott", som er basert på et dikt som heter "The Lady of Shalott". Både sang og dikt er virkelig verdt å lese!

Her er et sammendrag (på engelsk) hva diktet handler om:

The first four stanzas describe a pastoral setting. The Lady of Shalott lives in an island castle in a river which flows to Camelot, but little is known about her by the local farmers.

And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."

Stanzas five through eight describe the lady's life. She has been cursed, and so must constantly weave a magic web without looking directly out at the world. Instead, she looks into a mirror which reflects the busy road and the people of Camelot which pass by her island.

She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

Stanzas nine through twelve describe "bold Sir Lancelot" as he rides past, and is seen by the lady.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.

The remaining seven stanzas describe the effect of seeing Lancelot on the lady; she stops weaving and looks out her window toward Camelot, bringing about the curse.

Out flew the web and floated wide-
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

She leaves her tower, finds a boat upon which she writes her name, and floats down the river to Camelot. She dies before arriving at the palace, and among the knights and ladies who see her is Lancelot.

"Who is this? And what is here?"
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

(Fra Wikipedia)
Hvis noen er interessert, så er dette linken til hele diktet:
http://charon.sfsu.edu/TENNYSON/TENNLADY.HTML