tama
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Post by tama on Jun 29, 2008 2:57:31 GMT
my father was a huge tull fan, i never got into it so i dont know much of his stuff. i need some instrumental music of tulls to play at his funeral later this week. was wonderting if someone could tell me which songs are instrumental and what cd i would find them on please???
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Post by maddogfagin on Jun 29, 2008 9:45:58 GMT
Sorry to hear of your loss. Suggestions: "Elegy" from the Stormwatch album would be an obvious choice but if you want something a bit more uplifting perhaps you could try "King Henry's Madrigal" also from the Stormwatch re-mastered edition. You could also have a listen to the "A Classic Case" album where many of the Tull classics are in orchestral form.
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tama
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Post by tama on Jun 29, 2008 11:11:49 GMT
thankyou so much for replying! big help!
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Dan
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Post by Dan on Jun 29, 2008 12:13:03 GMT
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Post by snafje on Jun 29, 2008 14:44:11 GMT
Very sorry for your loss at the first place.
Some tips, I hope it will help you. From Stormwatch, Elegy is indeed a very good choice - King Henry's Madrigal of the same album is not a song that I would have on my funeral.
Maybe the version of the song War Child from the album A Classic Case - kind of movie-fitting music.
All the songs of Ian Anderson's soloalbum Divinities: Twelve Dances With God can be played on a funeral, depening of the kind of person your father was and what music you want. I advise to listen the album and make a choice.
When we talk about song containing lyrics, I advise Reasons For Waiting from Stand Up, Life Is A Long Song from Living In The Past, Requiem from Minstel In The Gallery, The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive) from Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young To Die!, Slow Marching Band from The Broadsword And The Beast, Coronach from the 20th Anniversary Box, At Last, Forever and Stuck In The August Rain from Roots To Branches and The Jasmine Corridor from Ian Anderson's soloalbum The Secret Language Of Birds. This are all songs with lyrics that can fit to an funeral and the songs show respect for the listener - more acoustic than rock!
Reasons For Waiting.
What a sight for my eyes to see you in sleep. Could it stop the sun rise, hearing you weep? You're not seen, you're not heard but I stand by my word. Came a thousand miles just to catch you while you're smiling.
What a day for laughter and walking at night. Me following after, your hand holding tight. And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear. If I can but make the words awake the feeling.
What a reason for waiting and dreaming of dreams. So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving.
Life Is A Long Song.
When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, well, don't you fret? Don't you fear? I will give you good cheer.
Life's a long song. Life's a long song. Life's a long song. If you wait then your plate I will fill.
As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day, and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room, you struggle on your way, well, don't you sigh? Don't you cry? Lick the dust from your eye?
Life's a long song. Life's a long song. Life's a long song. We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.
As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress, and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress, well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel?
Life's a long song. Life's a long song. Life's a long song. But the tune ends too soon for us all.
But the tune ends too soon for us all.
Requiem.
Well, I saw a bird today flying from a bush and the wind blew it away.
And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly at play velvet veined. I saw it burn.
With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew right on by. And, taking in the morning, I sang: o requiem.
Well, my lady told me: "stay." I looked aside and walked away along The Strand.
But I didn't say a word, as the train time-table blurred close behind the taxi stand.
Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window. Fading into the traffic; watched her go. And, taking in the morning, heard myself singing: o requiem.
Here I go again. It's the same old story.
Well, I saw a bird today; I looked aside and walked away along The Strand.
The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive).
The disc brakes drag, the chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track. The young man's home; dry as a bone. His helmet off, he waves: the crowd waves back. One lap victory roll. Gladiator soul. The taker of the day in winning has to say: “Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive.” Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive.
The sunlight streaks through the curtain cracks, touches the old man where he sleeps. The nurse brings up a cup of tea, two biscuits and the morning paper mystery. The hard road's end, the white God's-send is nearer every day, in dying the old man says: “Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive.” Well, isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive.
The still-born child can't feel the rain as the chequered flag falls once again. The deaf composer completes his final score - he'll never hear the sweet encore. The chequered flag, the bull's red rag, the lemming-hearted hordes running ever faster to the shore, singing: “Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive.” Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive.
Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive.
Slow Marching Band.
Would you join a slow marching band? And take pleasure in your leaving as the ferry sails and tears are dried and cows come home at evening.
Could you get behind a slow marching band? And join together in the passing of all we shared through yesterdays in sorrows neverlasting.
Take a hand and take a bow. You played for me; that's all for now. oh, and never mind the words - just hum along and keep on going.
Walk on slowly - don't look behind you. Don't say goodbye, love. I won't remind you.
Dream of me as the nights draw cold, still marking time through winter. You paid the piper and called the tune and you marched the band away.
Take a hand and take a bow. You played for me; that's all for now. oh, and never mind the words - just hum along and keep on going.
Walk on slowly - don't look behind you. Don't say goodbye, love. I won't remind you.
Coronach.
Grey the mist, cold the dawn; cruel the sea and stern the shore. Brave the man who sets his course for Albion.
Sweet the rose, sharp the thorn; meek the soil and proud the corn. Blessed the Lamb that would be born within this green and pleasant land.
Hi-O-Ran-I-Ro.
Brown furrow shine beneath the rain washed blue. Bright crystal streams from eagle mountains born. Fortune has smiled on those who wake anew, within this fortress nature built to stay the hand of war.
With the wind from the east came the first of those to tread upon this stone, this throne of kings; this realm, this new Jerusalem.
Hi-O-Ran-I-Ro.
At Last, Forever.
So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away. I'm just slipping through to the back room; I'll leave you messages almost every day.
And who was I to last forever? I didn't promise to stay the pace. Not in this lifetime, babe but we'll cling together. Some kind of heaven written in your face.
So why are you holding my hand tonight? Well, am I feeling so cold to the touch? Do my eyes seem to focus on some distant point? Why do I find it hard to talk too much?
And who was I to last forever? I didn't promise to stay the pace. Not in this lifetime, babe but we'll cling together. Some kind of heaven written in your face.
So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away. I'm just slipping through to the back room; I'll leave you messages almost every day.
And who was I to last forever? I didn't promise to stay the pace. Not in this lifetime, babe but we'll cling together. Some kind of heaven written in your face.
Stuck In The August Rain.
Brings Jasmine tea on a painted tray and bends to kiss my frown away. But I'm still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
The cover's on, the coast is clear - we're all battened down, only us here. But I'm still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst once again. She walks between the lines and she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the August rain: out in the cloudburst once again.
Single-minded in my gloom. I appear to revel in this darkened room. But I'm still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst once again. She walks between the lines and she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the August rain: out in the cloudburst once again.
Stuck out in the August rain: out in the cloudburst once again.
She walks between the lines and she can read my signs.
The Jasmine Corridor.
In all my life, I never knew a girl like you before. Woke up one day, swore I heard the sound of heaven knocking on my door.
And after all these years long passing, time to reflect, no time for wasting: walking down the jasmine corridor.
Reflecting echoes of quiet laughter.
In all my life, I was never better served than I was served by you. And in my way, hope you agree I tried to serve you too.
Out on the headland I stepped once unsteady; you there to catch me - I breathe more freely. Hand in mine down the jasmine corridor.
Reflecting echoes of quiet laughter.
Through all my life, I chased flitting illusions at a faster pace. Never stopped to think: the moment was for seizing, had myself to face.
You made my bed to lie in, stately. Mad cats, grandchildren, here more often lately. The final view from the jasmine corridor.
Reflecting echoes of quiet laughter.
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Post by broadsword on Jun 30, 2008 6:12:43 GMT
Sorry to hear of your loss my friend, but here's my recommendation - it's not by Jethro Tull as such, but from a solo album by Tull's' leader - Ian Anderson. The CD is called "Rupis' Dance", and the track is called "Griminellis' Lament".
I really hope this helps
Love, light and peace matey
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Post by admin on Jun 30, 2008 8:34:35 GMT
Very sorry to hear of your loss and I hope all of the suggetions above have been a help. I wont add to the list as everyone has already made the most appropriate choices. Wishing you well on a difficult day.
Col.
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Post by TullSkull on Jun 30, 2008 12:21:26 GMT
Hello, Sorry for your loss, it is not easy, been down that road. There is many good tunes listed above, here is one I want played for me, may work well for you.
"Nothing Is Easy"
Nothing is easy. Though time gets you worrying my friend, it's o.k. Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way.
When tension starts mounting and you've lost count of the pennies you've missed, just try hard and see why they're not worrying me, they're last on my list. Nothing's easy.
Nothing is easy, you'll find that the squeeze won't turn out so bad. Your fingers may freeze, worse things happen at sea, there's good times to be had. So if you're alone and you're down to the bone, just give us a play. You'll smile in a while and discover that I'll get you happy my way nothing's easy.
All the best to you my friend... Peace Skull
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Post by tooold on Jun 30, 2008 21:02:36 GMT
Welcome aboard Tama, Since you want Instrumentals I would go with Elegy from the cd-album named "Stormwatch". I would bet that it's a song that your father would like to be played at his funeral if he was a fan at all. my father was a huge tull fan, i never got into it so i dont know much of his stuff. i need some instrumental music of tulls to play at his funeral later this week. was wonderting if someone could tell me which songs are instrumental and what cd i would find them on please???
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