Band: Ataraxia
Album: Odos Eis Ouranon
Song: Bonthrop
Genre: Classical / Folk / Celtic
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http://www.myspace.com/atarassia
Ataraxia are a few Italian artists who explore and create music, poetry, theatre and photography and who have dedicated their lives to art. We feel like pilgrims deeply influenced by our geographical and spiritual voyages in places still owning the nobleness of centuries. We have grown-up in a land that is a meeting point between the Mediterranean and Celtic cultures and we feel like wandering menestrels carrying the 'oral tradition' of early times. We define us as 'craftsmen of the sound' because we create an unusual mix of sacred and profane, atmospheric and experimental, contemporary and early music. We make researches into the European legends crossing the Greek and Latin myths. Contemplation, dream experiences, memories and ritual movements float in the magic garden of Psyche and Desire where new textures of notes meet the envelopping echo of classic sounds. Our peculiarity is composing both with acoustic instruments like classic guitar, chitarra battente, darabouka, tablas, tar and other percussions and electric ones like keyboards, synths and drum pads. Our lyrics have been written in many old and contemporary languages, thanks to the charme and richness of different sounds and accents we try to bring to surface the hidden treasures and revelations that each idiom owns.
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Lyrics:
It was midnight
the midnight tolling
It was midnight
October Thursday
It was Nineteen Nineeteentwentyeight
It was a male or rather a female
He came and the Autumn leaves were falling
in stillness, silvery stillness
he had a savage name
and the steel shining blue
he had a hoarse laughing
in a silvery pool
a fleshing vassel in the sun
from the Southern Seas
a ghostly wandering alone
in undistinguished seas
The torches, the flames and the shadows
the wind, its moaning and the dazzling lights
he came, the wind...
oh, the Southern West wind...
