Wild Mountain Thyme:
This song revels in the natural community of our people. It beckons us back to our clannish agrarian roots– whether in the Cymbric Highlands or in the Western vales of Virginia– it bids us return.
If you hear that call… if you feel its pull on your soul, that means that our enemies haven’t fully succeeded in their plot to unitize and monetize you– to make you a rootless and raceless automaton to be spent like so many bricks in foundation of the Globalist Tower of Babel.
And this one is just as good, anti-Nationalist themes in the video notwithstanding.
The Father’s Song:
As a father myself, this one grabs me by the throat and won’t let go.
The idea that there are powers in high places which conspire directly against the lives of my children sets me to such a ferocious disposition that I oft struggle to contain its reveal on my face.
“Don’t ya’ let ‘em buy ya’ out or break your pride.
Don’t ya’ let yourself be used and cast aside.
If ya’ listen to their lyin’
they’ll con you into dyin.
And you won’t even know that you were once alive.”
God bless you my brothers and sisters. May the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ grant you peace amidst the storms of our present travail. May He prepare for you a table of feasting in the midst of our enemies.
And may you pass to the enemies of our ancestors and our children the bitter cup prepared from time immemorial for the Devil and his Angels.
"And the children of Israel did according to all that the LORD commanded Moses: so they pitched by their standards, and so they set forward, every one after their families, according to the house of their fathers." (Num.2:34)
Though he cling to the Altar, the Apostate will find no refuge from God's Law.
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[...] Calling the clans to the sign of the cross. God bless you my brothers and sisters. May the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ grant you peace amidst the storms of our present travail. May He prepare for you a table of feasting in the midst of our enemies. And may you pass to the enemies of our ancestors and our children the bitter cup prepared from time immemorial for the Devil and his Angels. [...]
Wild Mountain Thyme. Lovely, lovely song, excellent arrangement, some nice visuals.
But, as a singer/teacher, the tight jaws prevalent on all of the assembled singers on this video, makes a voice teacher cringe with the concentrated laryngeal constriction raised to a very high level on just five minutes of video!
While agrarian interests are to be lauded, do we jettison the advances made in science, medicine, and four hundred years of BelCanto, to propagate the fallacy that ‘this is authentic singing’ and Operatic efforts are not? At least the Three Tenors, and the Three Irish Tenors offered the world better vocalism. Why does folk singing have to be marred by incorrect function?
Well, @AlmostMusicPhD, I’ll have to take your word for it in regard to the forensic evaluation. I just haven’t the ear for it. And I suspect most others don’t either.
As for the question of whether we ought to jettison all the advances in science, medicine, and 400 years of BelCanto Operatic singing – I say, no way.
Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of things which ought be jettisoned (including almost all modern music) but certainly not all of it.
I know the piece in question may not be “authentic” in the sense that the folks singing it may have never actually picked wild mountain thyme in their lives but that in no way undoes the sentiment expressed in the song itself.
And they may be technically imprecise in their vocalization but, as I said, few have the ear to deduce it.
And even if everyone perceived its technical imperfections I don’t think it would matter that much.
For my money, few things sound as sweet as a children’s choir *attempting* to harmonize. And my favorite music when with friends is that which WE sing together, our ineptitude notwithstanding.