Vocal for this song has been recorded in one take at 3 am in Arkhangelsk (known as Bjarmaland in Norse sagas), under the blanket (: Neighbors weren't happy, but I really liked the poem I just read, and wanted simply to save the melody for future recording — which I attempted a few times after finishing this modest arrangement, consisting of the same drone, fed into a pre-amp and delay a few times, and some other obscure effects, that made those little "jingly" sounds.
Forthcoming vocal takes came out cleaner, less pitchy, less harsh — and, discouragingly, less "alive". I never again managed to get this inexplicable something, that was captured during the very first seemingly endless winter night, and in the end made a decision to use that very first underblanket take (:
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"The Angel" is a poem written by the English poet William Blake. It was published as part of his collection Songs of Experience in 1794.
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And there I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
released December 14, 2013
Emily A Saaen — music, vocals, keys, arrangement, mixing, mastering, everything-ing (:
William Blake — lyrics (The Angel)
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