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Celtic

by Marieva's Project View the credits

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folk celtic instru danse legende

11 tracks

44:20

1	Horse ride through the land	2:49
2	Battles of Mag Tured	3:03
3	Celtic	9:08
4	Legend of CùChulainn	5:45
5	Kerry	1:37
6	Aislinn	4:31
7	Folk song	3:25
8	Erin's waltz	3:23
9	Hallstatt	4:54
10	Irish coffee	3:50
11	Erin's lullaby	1:55

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Celtic

6ème album de Marieva.

J'ai voulu orienter mes musiques vers un univers plus folk et plus légendaire que les autres fois. C'est pour cela que "Celtic" possède deux parties.

L'aspect "Légendaire" est représenté par les quatre premières musiques (avec les titres évocateurs qui sont expliqués sur le blog). Ces musiques sont un voyage dans l'espace temps celtique Irlandais. Un voyage dans les landes à cheval, les côtes de Skibbereen et les guerres du héro Cù Chulainn ainsi qu'à Mag Tured par la tribu de Dana.

Puis l'album continu avec des musiques plus légères, basées sur les danses et airs celtique.

Si Celtic est volontairement une suite d'images, de paysages et de personnages, c'est à chacun de se les représenter, d'aller à leur définition, ou de les ignorer totalement.

RenoB.

de Marieva

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musictomyears

To Have Done Battle & To Have Still Lived .........Is A Bitter Sweet Pill. That Is Hard To Swallow & Be Proud Of When You Feel You Have Lost..

25/11/10

She was naked and was riding a horse that was silver and white. And seemed to shine and glow under the moonlight. As she stride it and rode like the wind. Across the fields and meadows. She was carefree and careless of anyone or anything watch her. Her long flowing wind seeped brown hair. Blowing in the breeze as she rode..The night was chilled but the moonlight was heavenly and lit the sky from above. The battle was over the valley and not far away now. She got near. And saw the blood bath of her kin and fellow humans. And felt the pride and sadness fill her. And she felt the tears burn her eyes. As the near she came to the bitter battle she saw. Hardly any kin where left alive. She heard the church bell toll. And that was to say. Pull out.. Pull out. Defeated and rejected the last few pull back. And to the village they did head. She headed this party of few that remained on her stallion. As proud as could be. But a silent tear feel from her eye..And a lump was in her tight throat..