Saturday, January 16, 2016

Subliminal Teaching Through Music SING ALONG




Just try to sing the Canticle (red verses)....this just might be my first introduction to subliminal messages (1970 something or other)....through song.  What a gentle song....with a brutal reality delivered behind it.  I have yet to run into a musician who can sing the canticle while I sing the main song.  Brilliant.  Just try to sing the red verses with the song.  It will cause dissonance in your brain, as it does mine.  Sort of like the Irish being made to dance....so they did it on the bottom part of their body, while holding the upper part of their body stationary.  Rebellion through the arts.  That's all I am sayin.  Just try it.  Sing loud and strong along with Simon and Garfunckle.  If you didn't get what they were trying to convey way back then, maybe you will get it this time around.  Who knows....maybe you will come up with something that says it better.    

"Scarborough Fair / Canticle"


Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.



Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.
Washes the grave with silvery tears.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.


Tell her to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
Generals order their soldiers to kill.
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.


Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

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