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The Region of the Summer Stars
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In traumatic 6th century Britain, Taliesin the bard takes his leave from the plague ravaged court of Prince Maglocunus. Got to #2 in its category.
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Progressive, melodic, heavily orchestrated rock with celtic and space rock influences
] ');');');. I have privately released two albums, "The Last Druids" (2002) and "The Eye of the Cyclone" (2003). These are, according to one reviewer "progressive rock heavily informed by celtic music", though there are also space-rock influences in the second album. My next album "The Store of All the Worlds" will be released in March 2004. See album and concert reviews in the "Reviews" section. You may see reviews of the albums at the excellent "Aural Innovations" site: http://www.aural-innovations.com/issues/issue22/tombyrne.html and http://www.aural-innovations.com/issues/issue24/tombyrn2.html
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Rock • Progressive Rock
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Peak #6
Peak in subgenre #2
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Tom Byrne
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Tom Byrne
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July 16, 2004
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MP3 8.5 MB • 128 kbps • 9:18
Story behind the song
This instrumental track opens my first album 'The Last Druids'. In the traumatic 6th century, Taliesin the bard takes his leave of plague ravaged Deganwy, seat of Maglocunus, Prince of Gwynedd. The poem above was originally the lyric of this track.
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There's a shadow of a slumbering god Which obscures any sight of felicitous states Like the clouds casting gloom in the bog In the shadow of the slumbering god Maglocunus leaves a crumbling hall And that tyrant who lived only lusting for gold Has turned golden himself in death's pall In the shadow of the slumbering god For the plague is a humbling force All the servants, the warriors, the bards and the king Have embarked on the same rotting course In the shadow of the slumbering god Now Deganwy is tumbling towers And its churches are full of the desperate dead Who were purging their lives' sins in hours In the shadow of the slumbering god As we pitch through this fumbling night Every will o' the wisp will be followed by those Who are anxiously seeking the light In the shadow of the slumbering god They may march to a mumbling prayer Swallowed up by the fog in that grim, shadowed bog But I'll look to the stars and declare, In the shadow of the slumbering god, When we worked With Nimrod building Babel's tower We knew we were working on our way back home When bricks and mortar Lacked the necessary power I knew I'd keep working on my way back home When we heard The sermon on the mountainside, We knew we were working on our way back home When they jeered And Mary Magdalena cried I knew I'd keep working on my way back home When we worked In Dinas Emrys' isolation We knew we were working on our way back home When Dinas died, Despairing with the Brython nation I knew I'd keep working on my way back home My home is the Region of the Summer Stars.
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