Birds of Passage (high res. 24bit - 48)

by Karfagen

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11th Karfagen album
Symphonic art rock suite

1) Birds of Passage (part 1) (22:40)
a) your grace
b) against the southern sky
c) sounds that flow
d) chanticleer
e) tears from the eyelids start (part 1)
2) Birds of Passage (part 2) (21:11)
a) eternity`s sun rise
b) echoing green
c) showers from the clouds of summer
d) tears from the eyelids start (part 2)
bonus tracks:
3) Spring (Birds Delight) (4:33)
4) Sunrise (5:23)
5) Birds Short Introduction (3:19) not available on CD

Composed, arranged, mixed & mastered by Antony Kalugin.
Poetry: “part 1” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow // “part 2” & “Spring” by William Blake (* by Antony Kalugin)
Composed & recorded in 2019, Kharkiv, Ukraine
Birds voices recorded in nature area of Waghausel/Germany (summer 2019)
All instruments and human voices recorded in Kharkiv, Ukraine at KFG studio, 2019
Drums recorded at VD Sound studio, Kiev, Ukraine, early July 2019 Mathieu recorded guitars in Tallinn, Estonia (late July - early August 2019)
Alexandr recorded nylon guitar in Kiev (October 2019)
Mixed & Mastered by Antony Kalugin, October - November. 2019 Original painting by Igor Sokolskiy
Artwork design & layout by Antony Kalugin All rights reserved.
Contact: kfg.music@gmail.com
Sales & promos: will@caerllysimusic.co.uk
Official sites: www.karfagenmusic.com www.antonykalugin.net
Label & CD Shop: www.caerllysimusic.co.uk

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released January 3, 2020

Antony Kalugin: keys, vocals, percussion, penny flute, arrangements, programming
Mathieu Spaeter: electric guitars
Konstantin Ionenko: bass
Viktor Syrotin: drums
Tim Sobolev: vocals
Olha Rostovska: vocals
Aleksandr Pavlov: nylon guitar
Alexandr Pastuchov: bassoon
Maria Baranovska: violin
Elena Kushiy: flute
Igor Sokolskiy: paintings

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born 11 Feb 1981. Ukraine/ Kharkov

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Track Name: Birds of Passage (part 1)
*This Time, this place,
This world, your grace,
Your time, your faith,
Your voice, your grace!

Black shadows fall
From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;

And from the realms
Of the shadowy elms
A tide-like darkness overwhelms
The fields that round us lie.

But the night is fair,
And everywhere
A warm, soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near,

And above, in the light
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.

I hear the beat
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow
the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.

I hear the cry
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.

O, say not so!
O, say not so!
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight (and woe)
Come not from wings of birds.

They are the throngs
Of the poet's songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,
The sound of winged words.

This is the cry
Of souls, that high
On toiling, beating pinions, fly,
Seeking a warmer clime…

As from the land of snow
the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.
Oh, their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight
Come not from wings of birds.

*This Time, this place,
This world, your grace,
Your time, your faith,
Your voice, your grace!

A wind came up out of the sea,
And said, "O mists, make room for me."

It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on,
Ye mariners, the night is gone."

And hurried landward far away,
Crying, "Awake! it is the day."

And o'er the farms, "O chanticleer,
Your clarion blow; the day is near."

It said unto the forest, "Shout!
Hang all your leafy banners out!"

It touched the wood-bird's folded wing,
And said, "O bird, awake and sing."

It whispered to the fields of corn,
"Bow down, and hail the coming morn."

It shouted through the belfry-tower,
"Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour."

It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
And said, "Not yet! in quiet lie."

It said unto the forest, "Shout!
Hang all your leafy banners out!"

It touched the wood-bird's folded wing,
And said, "O bird, awake and sing."



And hurried landward far away,
Crying, "Awake! it is the day."


*This Time, this place,
In your eyes – God`s grace!
This Time, this place,
This world, your grace!
Your time, your faith,
Your voice, your grace!
Track Name: Birds of Passage (part 2)
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise!



The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells' cheerful sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.

Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say,
'Such, such were the joys
When we all -- girls and boys --
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.'


*This Time, this place,
This world, your grace,
Your time, your faith,
Your voice, your grace!
Track Name: Spring (Birds Delight)
Sound the flute!
Now it's mute!
Birds delight,
Day and night,
Nightingale,
In the dale,
Lark in sky, -
Merrily,
Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.

Little boy,
Full of joy;
Little girl,
Sweet and small;
Cock does crow,
So do you;
Merry voice,
Infant noise;
Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.

Little lamb,
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face;
Merrily, merrily we welcome in the year.

Little boy,
Full of joy;
Little girl,
Sweet and small;
Cock does crow,
So do you;
Merry voice,
Infant noise;
Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.

Little lamb,
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face!

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