• Spring

  Finn Coren  

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    SPRING

    Sound the Flute!
    Now it's mute.
    Birds delight
    Day and Night;
    Nightingale
    In the dale,
    Lark in Sky,
    Merrily,
    Merrily, Merrily, to welcome in the Year.

    Little Boy
    Full of joy,
    Little Girl
    Sweet and small,
    Cock does crow,
    So do you;
    Merry voice,
    Infant noise,
    Merrily, Merrily, to welcome in the Year.

    Little Lamb
    Here I am,
    Come and lick
    My white neck,
    Let me pull
    Your soft Wool,
    Let me kiss
    Your soft face;
    Merrily, Merrily we welcome in the Year.

    Words: William Blake
    from "Songs of Innocence" (1789)

    Music: Finn Coren (1984/91)
    Strings by Finn Coren
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1997/1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocals, acoustic guitar, Mellotron
    Nils-Arne Øvergård: electric guitar
    Kyrre Sætran: bass, synth
    Lars Pedersen: drums, percussion
    Tov Ramstad: cello
    Eystein Hopland: E-bow guitar

    Recorded at Park Studio, Lydlab Studio
    and Waterfall Studio, Oslo 1993-94
    Engineered by Eystein Hopland,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand and Bjørn-Are Rognlid
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Ulf W.Ø. Holand
    Produced by Finn Coren, Nils-Arne Øvergård,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand and Eystein Hopland

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• The Little Vagabond

  Finn Coren  

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    THE LITTLE VAGABOND

    Dear Mother, dear Mother, the church is cold,
    But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm;
    Besides I can tell where I am used well,
    Such usage in heaven will never do well.

    But if at the Church they would give us some Ale
    And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
    We'd sing and we'd pray all the live-long day,
    Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.

    Then the Parson might preach and drink and sing,
    And we’d be as happy as birds in the spring;
    And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church,
    Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

    And God, like a father rejoicing to see
    His children as pleasant and happy as he,
    Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the Barrel,
    But kiss him and give him both drink and apparel.

    Words: William Blake
    from "Songs of Experience" (1794)

    Music: Finn Coren (1983/91)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocals
    Nils-Arne Øvergård: guitars
    Kyrre Sætran: bass
    Lars Pedersen: drums, percussion
    Bugge Wesseltoft: Wurlitzer el.piano ,organ

    Recorded at Park Studio
    and Lydlab Studio, Oslo 1993-94
    Engineered by Eystein Hopland
    and Ulf W.Ø. Holand
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Ulf W.Ø. Holand
    Produced by Finn Coren, Nils-Arne Øvergård,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand and Eystein Hopland

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• Nurse’s Song

  Finn Coren  

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    NURSE’S SONG

    When the voices of children are heard on the green
    And whisp’rings are in the dale,
    The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind:
    My face turns green and pale.

    Then come home my children, the sun is gone down
    And the dews of night arise;
    Your spring and your day are wasted in play,
    And your winter and night in disguise.

    Words: William Blake
    from “Songs of Experience” (1794)

    Music: Finn Coren (1987)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, guitar
    Tov Ramstad: cello
    Ulf Holand: effects

    Recorded at Bard Studio, Oslo 1998
    Engineered by F.C
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Ulf W.Ø. Holand
    Produced by Finn Coren

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• The Wild Flower’s Song

  Finn Coren  

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    THE WILD FLOWER'S SONG

    As I wander’d the forest
    The green leaves among,
    I heard a wild flower
    Singing a song.

    I slept in the Earth
    In the silent night;
    I murmur’d my fears
    And I felt delight.

    “In the morning I went
    As rosy as morn
    To seek for new Joy
    But I met with scorn.”

    Words: William Blake
    from Blakes notebook (ca 1793)

    Music: Finn Coren (1992)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1997/1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocals, acoustic guitar
    Nils-Arne Øvergård: guitars
    Kyrre Sætran: bass
    Lars Pedersen: drums, percussion, timpani
    Berit Lohne: B-vocals, Fender Rhodes el.piano

    Recorded at Park Studio, Lydlab Studio
    and Waterfall Studio, Oslo 1993-94
    Engineered by Eystein Hopland,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand and Bjørn-Are Rognlid
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Ulf W.Ø. Holand
    Produced by Finn Coren, Nils-Arne Øvergård,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand, Eystein Hopland

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• A Poison Tree

  Finn Coren  

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    A POISON TREE

    I was angry with my friend,
    I told my wrath, my wrath did end;
    I was angry with my foe,
    I told it not, my wrath did grow.

    And I water’d it in fears,
    Night & morning with my tears;
    And I sunned it with smiles,
    And with soft deceitful wiles.

    And it grew both day and night,
    Till it bore an appel bright;
    And my foe beheld it shine,
    And he knew that it was mine.

    And into my garden stole
    When the night had veil’d the pole:
    In the morning glad I see
    My foe outstretch’d beneath the tree.

    Words: William Blake
    from “Songs of Experience” (1794)

    Music: Finn Coren (1991)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1997/1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocals
    Nils-Arne Øvergård: guitar-effects
    Bugge Wesseltoft: Wurlitzer el.piano
    Kyrre Sætran: bass
    Lars Pedersen: drums, percussion
    Tov Ramstad: cello
    Eystein Hopland: effects

    Recorded at Park Studio
    and Waterfall Studio, Oslo 1993-94
    Engineered by Eystein Hopland
    and Bjørn-Are Rognlid.
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Eystein Hopland
    Produced by Finn Coren, Nils-Arne Øvergård
    and Eystein Hopland

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• The Tyger ('93-version)

  Finn Coren  

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    THE TYGER

    Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
    In the forests of the night,
    What immortal hand or eye
    Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

    In what distant deeps or skies
    Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
    On what wings dare he aspire?
    What the hand dare sieze the fire?

    And what shoulder, and what art,
    Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
    And when thy heart began to beat,
    What dread hand ? and what dread feet?

    What the hammer? what the chain,
    In what furnace was thy brain?
    What the anvil? what dread grasp
    Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

    When the stars threw down their spears
    And water’d heaven with their tears,
    Did he smile his work to see?
    Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

    Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
    In the forests of the night,
    What immortal hand or eye
    Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

    Words: William Blake
    from “Songs of Experience” (1794)

    Music: Finn Coren (1991)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocals
    Nils-Arne Øvergård: guitars
    Kyrre Sætran: bass, additional guitar
    Lars Pedersen: drums, percussion
    Bugge Wesseltoft: organ

    Recorded at Park Studio
    and Lydlab Studio, Oslo 1993
    Engineered by Eystein Hopland
    and Ulf W.Ø. Holand
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Ulf W.Ø. Holand
    Produced by Finn Coren, Nils-Arne Øvergård,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand and Eystein Hopland

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• The Lamb

  Finn Coren  

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    THE LAMB

    Little Lamb, who made thee:
    Dost thou know who made thee?
    Gave thee life and bid thee feed
    By the stream and o’er the mead;
    Gave thee clothing of delight,
    Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
    Gave thee such a tender voice
    Making all the vales rejoice?
    Little Lamb, who made thee?
    Dost thou know who made thee?

    Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee,
    Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee:
    He is called by thy name,
    For he calls himself a Lamb.
    He is meek and he is mild:
    He became a little child:
    I a child and thou a lamb,
    We are called by his name.
    Little Lamb, God bless thee.
    Little Lamb, God bless thee.

    Words: William Blake
    from “Songs of Innocence” (1789)

    Music: Finn Coren (1990)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal
    Nils-Arne Øvergård: guitars
    Kyrre Sætran: bass
    Lars Pedersen: drums, tablas
    Hans-Kristian Kjos Sørensen: vibraphone
    Tov Ramstad: cello

    Recorded at Park Studio, Lydlab Studio
    and Waterfall Studio, Oslo 1993-94
    Engineered by Eystein Hopland,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand and Bjørn-Are Rognlid
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Ulf W.Ø. Holand
    Produced by Finn Coren, Nils-Arne Øvergård,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand and Eystein Hopland

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• Soft Snow

  Finn Coren  

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    SOFT SNOW

    I walked abroad in a snowy day
    I ask’d the soft snow with me to play;
    She play’d and she melted in all her prime,
    And the winter call’d it a dreadful crime.

    Words: William Blake
    from Blake’s Notebook (ca 1793)

    Music: Finn Coren (1992)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar

    Recorded at Bard Studio, Oslo 1995
    Engineered by F.C
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Frode André Kristiansen
    Produced by Finn Coren

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• The Angel

  Finn Coren  

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    THE ANGEL

    I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
    And that I was a maiden Queen:
    Guarded by an Angel mild:
    Witless woe, was ne’er beguil’d!

    And I wept both night and day
    And he wip’d my tears away
    And I wept both day and night
    And hid from him my hearts delight.

    So he took his wings and fled:
    Then the morn blush’d rosy red:
    I dried my tears and armed my fears
    With ten thousand shields and spears.

    Soon my Angel came again;
    I was arm’d, he came in vain:
    For the time of youth was fled
    And grey hairs were on my head.

    Words: William Blake
    from “Songs of Experience” (1794)

    Music: Finn Coren (1988)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocals, synth
    Nils-Arne Øvergård: electric and acoustic guitars
    Kyrre Sætran: bass
    Lars Pedersen: drums, percussion
    Bugge Wesseltoft: organ
    Berit Lohne: B-vocals

    Recorded at Park Studio, Lydlab Studio
    and Waterfall Studio, Oslo 1993-94
    Engineered by Eystein Hopland,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand and Bjørn-Are Rognlid
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Ulf W.Ø. Holand
    Produced by Finn Coren, Nils-Arne Øvergård,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand and Eystein Hopland

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• The Fly (Norwegian Folk Version

  Finn Coren  

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    THE FLY (Norwegian Folk-version)

    Little Fly
    Thy summer’s play,
    My thoughtless hand
    Has brush'd away.

    Am not I
    A fly like thee?
    Or art not thou
    A man like me?

    For I dance
    And drink and sing:
    Till some blind hand
    Shall brush my wing.

    If thought is life
    And strenght and breath,
    And the want
    Of thought is death,

    Then am I
    A happy fly,
    If I live
    Or if I die.

    Words: William Blake
    from "Songs of Experience" (1794)

    Music: Finn Coren (1991)
    Fiddlearr. F.C
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1997/1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocals
    Kyrre Sætran: mandolin
    Gjermund Kolltveit: Hardanger-fiddle

    Recorded at Waterfall Studio, Oslo 1994
    Engineered by Bjørn Are Rognlid
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Frode André Kristiansen
    Produced by Finn Coren

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• Song: How sweet I roam’d from field to field

  Finn Coren  

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    SONG : How sweet I roam’d from field to field

    How sweet I roam’d from field to field
    And tasted all the summer’s pride,
    Till I the prince of love beheld
    Who in the sunny beams did glide!

    He shew’d me lilies for my hair,
    And blushing roses for my brow;
    He led me through his gardens fair
    Where all his golden pleasures grow.

    With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
    And Phoebus fir’d my vocal rage;
    He caught me in his silken net,
    And shut me in his golden cage.

    He loves to sit and hear me sing,
    Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
    Then stretches out my golden wing,
    And mocks my loss of liberty.

    Words: William Blake
    from “Poetical Sketches” (1783)

    Music: Finn Coren (1985)
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocals, acoustic guitar
    Nils-Arne Øvergård: electric guitar
    Kyrre Sætran: bass
    Lars Pedersen: drums
    Berit Lohne: B-vocals, organ, accordion

    Recorded at Park Studio, Lydlab Studio
    and Waterfall Studio,Oslo 1993-94
    Engineered by Eystein Hopland,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand and Bjørn-Are Rognlid
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Ulf W.Ø. Holand
    Produced by Finn Coren, Nils-Arne Øvergård,
    Ulf W.Ø. Holand and Eystein Hopland

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• The Wild Flower’s Song II

  Finn Coren  

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    THE WILD FLOWER’S SONG

    As I wander’d the forest
    The green leaves among,
    I heard a wild flower
    Singing a song.

    I slept in the Earth
    In the silent night;
    I murmur’d my fears
    And I felt delight.

    “In the morning I went
    As rosy as morn
    To seek for new Joy
    But I met with scorn.”

    Words: William Blake
    from Blakes notebook (ca 1793)

    Music: Finn Coren (1992)
    Strings by Tov Ramstad and F.C
    copyright Finn Coren / Bard Records 1998 all rights reserved

    Performers:
    Finn Coren: vocal, acoustic guitar
    Tov Ramstad: cello

    Recorded at Bard Studio, Oslo 1998
    Engineered by F.C
    Mixed at Lydlab Studio, Oslo by Ulf W.Ø. Holand
    Produced by Finn Coren,
    assisted by Ulf W.Ø. Holand

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Produced by Finn Coren, Nils-Arne Øvergård, Eystein Hopland and Ulf W.Ø. Holand
Sleeve: Subtopia/Stein J. Øvre
Paintings by William Blake
Finn Coren Portraits by Jo Michael
Art-direction: Stein J. Øvre and Finn Coren

Lyrics by William Blake

Second album based upon poetry by William Blake. A follow-up to the Grammy-nominated Spring from the previous year.

fra presseskrivet 1998:

Finn Coren The Blake Project “Spring: The Appendix”

Finn Coren The Blake Project “Spring: The Appendix” består av sanger det ikke ble plass til på fjorårets kritikerroste og Spellemannsnominerte album: Finn Coren The Blake Project “Spring”

Det er altså igjen snakk om sanger basert på dikt av den engelske poeten og malerenWilliam Blake (1757-1827).

Det er også blitt produsert en video til sangen “Spring”.

OM FJORÅRETS FINN COREN THE BLAKE PROJECT “SPRING” BACD-1;

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