The World of Dissonance of Bird Song

The World of Dissonance of Bird Song

Folk Songs

Ancient folk songs weave a tapestry to set the atmosphere for Dissonance of Bird Song, where song charms is sacred and feared in equal measure...

Stretched Out On Your Grave

Sweet Nightingale

I am stretched out on your grave

And I'll lie here forever

If your hands were in mine

I'd be sure they would not sever

My apple tree, my brightness

It's time we were together

For I smell of the Earth
And I'm worn by the weather.

When my family think

That I'm safely in my bed

Oh, from morn until night
I am stretched out at your head

Calling out unto the earth

With tears hot and wild

For the loss of a girl

That I loved as a child.

A traditional Cornish folk song first written down in the 1800s, but with older background.

My sweetheart, come along!
Don’t you hear the fond song,
The sweet notes of the nightingale flow?
Don’t you hear the fond tale
Of the sweet nightingale,
As she sings in those valleys below?
So be not afraid
To walk in the shade,
Nor yet in those valleys below,
Nor yet in those valleys below.

The Lily White Rose

The first time I met you, my darling

Your face was as fair as the rose,

But now your dear face has grown paler

As pale as the lily-White Rose.

I love the White Rose in its splendour

I love the White Rose in its bloom

I love the White Rose so fair as she grows.

It’s the rose that reminds me of you.

You're fair as the spring, oh my darling Your face shines so bright, so divine

The fairest of blooms in my garden

Oh lily-white rose, you are mine

I love the White Rose in its splendour

I love the White Rose in its bloom

I love the White Rose so fair as she grows.

It’s the rose that reminds me of you.

Years pass by so quickly, my darling,

Each makes you more precious to me;

But long may we grow close together,

Oh, lily-white rose, cling to me.

I love the White Rose in its splendour

I love the White Rose in its bloom

I love the White Rose so fair as she grows.

It’s the rose that reminds me of you.

Now I am alone, my sweet darling,

I walk through the garden and weep,

But spring will return with your presence Oh lily-white rose, mine to keep

I love the White Rose in its splendour

I love the White Rose in its bloom

I love the White Rose so fair as she grows.

It’s the rose that reminds me of you.

And now that you've left me my darling

From your grave one single flower grows

I will always remember you darling

When I gaze on that lily-white rose.

Two Ravens/ Twa Corbies

As I was walking all alone,

I heard two ravens making woeful cries;

The one unto the other said, Oh,

'Where will we go and eat today, Oh?'

'Where will we go and eat today?'

'There behind you beyond an old sod mound,

I know there lies a newly slain knight;

And no-one knows that he lies there, Oh,

But his hawk, his dog, and his pretty wife, Oh.

But his hawk, his dog, and his pretty wife.

'His dog is out hunting - gone,

His hawk to bring a wild bird home,

His wife has found another mate, Oh

So we will have our great feast, Oh.

So we will have our great feast.

'You'll sit upon his white neck bone.

And I'll pick out his lovely blue eyes;

With a tuft of his golden hair, Oh

We'll thatch our nest when it gets bare, Oh.

We'll thatch our nest when it gets bare.

'There are many that mourn for him,

But none will know where he has gone;

Over his white bones, after we make them bare, Oh

The wind will blow forevermore, Oh.

The wind will blow forevermore.'

The World and Folklore

The world of Dissonance of Bird Song is based on Ancient Cornish Folklore, including mysterious stories of dark sea creatures and the sacred relationship between people and nature. Particularly relevant is the Cornish links to birds, where birds were both respected and believed to carry the spirits of the dead.

Dissonance of Bird Song is a fantasy that blends mystery, folklore with a gothic and dark vibe and is suitable for both Young Adults and Adults alike.

The Nest, Eseld's home, is based on the Ancient Cornish peninsula village called Treryn Dynas. It is a Bronze Age roundhouse settlement battered by the harsh life of living on a Cornish clifftop, and in The Nest the people use their relationship with the birds to survive the harsh winter. When the Myst starts to run out panic sets in, and the people of The Nest start to turn on each other when the future of their existence is threatened...