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I've been having very vivid dreams recently, and while nothing could be more boring to relate to others, last night's was unsettling enough and I woke from it suddenly enough for me to want to record the end of it. The earlier parts involved missing children, dark woods and severed limbs, so let's not go there, but it ended far more spookily, with a chorus of ghostly infants singing me this eldritch music. I don't recognize the tune, but could well have dredged it up from somewhere - any ideas? I've always disliked 3/4 time for some reason, and I think my id knows this and chose to twit me with it. As for the lyrics, all I remember is the penultimate line: "And you'll be sorry you knew that dreams come true."

And with that I started awake.

Listen again to the first few notes.

Date: 2011-10-08 03:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wemyss.livejournal.com
Late med or Tudor carol, variations on, I make sure of it. Which, I cannot quite tease out, but it'll come to me.

Re: Listen again to the first few notes.

Date: 2011-10-08 04:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] steepholm.livejournal.com
That's quite possible. I fixed it in my mind when I woke up by playing it on a recorder that happened to be in easy reach, and it sounded quite natural on that instrument.

In fact...

Date: 2011-10-08 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wemyss.livejournal.com
... it might even be an estampie.

Bugger. This is bound to keep me awake all night.

Estampie, eh?

Date: 2011-10-08 07:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] steepholm.livejournal.com
Your mentioning that word woke a memory, particularly of this track from an album with which I was mildly obsessed for a while, circa 1976. There is definitely a family resemblance, I'd say!

Speaking of Gryphon, it was Richard Harvey as much as David Munrow who inspired me to keep up with the recorder (hence its being within reach of my pillow), not least with his rendition of Kemp's Jig from the same album, the last two verses of which set a standard I could chase only limpingly as he piped into the mountains.

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