the tain

• the decemberists'in 2004 çıkışlı ep'si. ep'nin tek şarkısı the tain'dir ve beş bölümden oluşmaktadır. 2003 yılında çıkardıkları albümlere^{* *} göre the tain'de grubun müziğinin sertleştiği göze çarpmakta ve son zamanlarda evrim geçirerek geri gelmiş olan 70'lerin rock sounduna yakınlaşmalar sezilmektedir. lezzetli olmuştur, ellerine sağlıktır.
• irish beowulf olarak bilinen, kahramanlik, un, cesaret gibi temalar uzerine kurulu, bazi bolumleri bir $ekilde bugune ula$amadigindan dolayi kurgusunda eksiklikler olu$mu$ enteresan bir saga. icinde pagan elementler gorulur ve bahsi gecen sava$ci toplumun geleneklerinden sikca bahsedilir. zenginlikte sidik yari$tirmaya kalkan bir ciftin sahip olduklarini saymaya ba$lamalari ve sadece bir bogalari haric her $eylerinin e$it oldugunu fark etmeleriyle olaylar gelisir.
• sözlerini de yazalım..^*
  
  [part i]
  
  [crone:] here upon this pillow
  made of reed and willow
  you're a fickle little twister
  are you sweet on your sister?
  your fallow won't leave you alone.
  
  and granted for their pleasure
  possesions laid to measure
  she's a salty little pisser
  with your cock in her kisser
  but now she's a will of her own.
  
  [part ii]
  
  [husband:] damn your ankles and eyes wide
  from you fingernails to your ponytails too.
  king of the insects and the m-5
  over charlemagne in a motorcade too.
  
  and baby needs a new prize
  baby needs a new and shiny prize.
  
  [captain:] in this place called heavenly
  you were born here.
  this place called heavenly
  you were born here.
  you were born here.
  
  [husband:] and now all the marchers descend from high
  i will dedicate all of my awakenings to this.
  
  and damn all the angles that opress my sight
  i will bleed your heart through a samovar soon.
  
  [captain:] in this place called heavenly
  you were born here.
  this place called heavenly
  you were born here.
  you were born here.
  
  [part iii]
  
  [soldier:] they settled dust in your hair
  to watch you shake and shout it out.
  with our armaments bared
  we shed our bags and travel alls.
  
  from the lee of the wall
  he comes in the chang and the chariot
  and all his eunuchs in thrall
  can scarce lift his line and lariat.
  
  here com loose his hounds
  to blow me down.
  
  [chorus of waifs:] blow me down.
  
  [soldier:] on this stretch of ground
  i'll lay me down.
  
  [chorus of waifs:] lay me down.
  
  [soldier:] to sleep.
  
  [chaplain:] and now stricken with pangs
  that tear at our backs like thistle down
  the mirror's soft silver tain
  reflects our last and birthing hour
  
  [soldier:] here com loose his hounds
  to blow me down.
  
  [chorus of waifs:] blow me down.
  
  [soldier:] on this stretch of ground
  i'll lay me down.
  
  [chorus of waifs:] lay me down.
  
  [soldier:] to sleep.
  
  [part iv]
  
  [evening]
  
  [widow:] o the wind is blowing, it hurts your skin
  as you climb up hillside, forest and fen.
  
  your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine
  your memories wrapped within paper and twine.
  
  the room that you lie in is dusty and hard
  sleeping soft babies on piles of yards
  of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
  your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother's milk.
  
  when the dawn commes to greet you, you'll rise with clothes on
  and advance with the others, singing old songs
  of cattle and maidens and withered old queens.
  let the music carry you on.
  
  the room that you lie in is dusty and hard
  sleeping soft babies on piles of yards
  of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
  your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother's milk.
  
  [part v]
  
  [woman:] darling dear what have you done?
  your clothes are town, your make-up runs.
  
  [daughter:] i ran through brambles, blooming thistle
  i washed my face in the river when you whistled me on.
  
  [woman:] darling dear, what hav eyou done?
  your hands and face are smeared with blood.
  
  [daughter:] the chaplain came and called me out
  to beat and to butcher his mother's sow
  
  [woman:] but darling dear, they found him dead
  this morning on the riverbed.
  
  but hush now darling, don't you cry.
  your reward's in the sweet by-and -by.
  hush now baby, don't you cry.
  your reward's in the sweet by-and-by.
  
  [crone:] and now we've seen your powers
  softly stretch the hours
  you're a fickle little twister
  are you sweet on your sister?
  as now you go wandering home.