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Arcana - A Winter EP

by Ana Silvera

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Winter Psalm 05:40
Winter Psalm (for my mother) I woke on a winter morning Before the blackbird said its psalm Crept in to see the children sleeping Their eyelids soft and bodies safe from harm Who’s dream had I been dreaming? About a boy on a red, red bike He was so fast, I could not reach him And I was blinded by the bright, bright light I comb my long brown hair and leaving The kettle making it’s complaint Step out to see the day, a wafer Melt upon the tongue of night The glass fogged, this house is breathing A sound that only love can make Three walls can’t keep a roof from caving But three’s a tipi, three’s a layer cake And in their pictures, there are hearts And there are houses With windows made of honeycomb A spider swinging in its cradle With silver bells all in a row With silver bells and cockle shells And pretty maids And all the dreams we’ll someday sow With muddy knees and frozen leaves And spells that cast their purple shadows in the snow My lovers come and go like the weather I keep their letters a in a box I am their solace, I’m their saviour I am the siren and the jagged rocks But who’s to say if in the end I was forsaken? Forgotten, misbegotten for a crown Night falls like an absolution Upon this unforgiving town But in the night I had been dreaming About a boy on a red, red bike He was so fast, I could not reach him And we were blinded by brightest light
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part; Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
One night as I lay on my bed, I dreamed about a pretty maid I was so distressed, I could take no rest Love did torment me so So I to my true love’s did go And when I came to my love’s window And boldly called her by her name Saying, “It’s for your sake I'm come here so late Through this bitter frost and snow So open the window, my love, do She said, “My mam and dad are still awake And they are sure for to hear us speak There'll be no excuse Only sore abuse Many bitter words and blows So go from my window, my love, go!” I said, “Your mam and dad are still asleep And they are sure not to hear us speak They’ll be sleeping sound On their bed of down And they draw their breath so low So open the window, my love, do!” My lover rose and she opened the door Just like an angel standing before With her eyes so bright Like the stars at night, No diamond ring shone so So in with my lover I did go
Als I lay on Yoolis Night, alone in my longynge I thought I saw a faire sight, a maid hir child rockynge The maiden wolde withouten song, hir childe aslepe to brynge The Childe, he thought she did him wrong, and bade his moder synge "Synge, now, Moder," sayed the Childe, “of what shalle me befalle? Hereafter, when i cum to eld, for so don modres alle." "Swete moder, faire and fre, because it is so I pray thee that thou lullen me, for so don modres alle." "Swete sonne," sayed she, "Whereof shoulde I synge? Wist I never yet more of thee, but Gabriele's gretynge He grete me godely on his knee, and sayed, "Oh, hail Mary! Hail, full of grace, God is with thee, and beren thou shalt Messye." Refrain: Lullaye, lullaye, lullaye, lullaye, my dere moder, synge lullaye.
Tráth 'chuala Herod bhí laige's gruaim air Gur rugadh an Rí a bhéarfadh bua air in onóir, in uaisleacht, i gcumhacht, 's i méadacht, Do líon lán-channcar fuatha 's éad é 'S nach trua sin! Ba ghearr go dtáinig an t-aingeal 'na dhéidh sin, Agus labhair go modhail leis Fhaoilinn déadghil; 'O, caithfidh sibh teitheadh le chéile go hÉigipt, Nó is gairid go gciuinidh sibh feall is éigeart, 'S nach trua sin! D'imigh an Triúr ar shiúl na hoiche, An Naomh, an Mhaighdean agus Rí na Ríthe, Gan charaid, gan stór, gan ór, gan eadáil Ach Rí na bhFIaÍthsas, an leanbhán gléigeal, 'S nach trua sin!
Love Deeper 03:06
The years grow expensive the faster they pass, The moments are whispering all flesh is grass, Your heart may be gold but your neck is of brass, Love whom you love, love deeper. The days stand in queues, the buses are full, You can’t push your luck says the load you must pull, There’s nothing to fortune but gathering wool, Love whom you love, love deeper Look back at the time grown shrunken and small, How rich is the garden, how high is the wall? And where’s now your Paradise after the Fall? Love whom you love, love deeper. Love fiercer, love faster, love longer, love well, Don’t wait for the bellman, don’t wait for the bell, The years are expensive, they’re yours for a spell, Love whom you love, love deeper.


Made with support from DJBFA – Composer and Songwriters’ Production Pool and Koda’s Cultural Funds


released December 1, 2017

Arcana Credits

Winter Psalm
Written, arranged & ukulele, guitar, harmonium, voice - Ana Silvera
Double bass – Jasper Høiby
Percussion - Jacob Smedegaard
Backing vocals – Signe Trylle & Ana Silvera

In The Bleak Midwinter
Music by Gustav Holst, words by Christina Rossetti
Arrangement & glass harp, piano, voice – Ana Silvera
Violin, viola – Bjarke Falgren

One Night As I Lay On My Bed [Trad.]
Arrangement & guitar, piano, voice – Ana Silvera
Bulgarian tambura - Adrian Lever
Double bass – Jasper Høiby
Percussion – Jacob Smedegaard

Als I Lay on Yoolis Night [Trad.]
Arrangement & ukulele, harmonium, voice – Ana Silvera
Violin – Bjarke Falgren

An teicheadh Go hÉigipt [Trad.]
Arrangement & harmonium, voice – Ana Silvera

Love Deeper
Music by Ana Silvera; words by George Szirtes
Guitar, glockenspiel, voice – Ana Silvera
Cello – Bjarke Falgren
Double bass – Jasper Høiby
Backing vocals – Signe Trylle, Jacob Smedegaard & Ana Silvera

Engineered by Ana Silvera and August Wanngren
Mixed by August Wanngren at Oui Studios
Mastered by Peter Beckmann at Technology Works

Portraits by Linea Hansen Høiby
CD design by Rebecca Kemp & Ana Silvera
Additional photos by Kate Church & Ana Silvera

Released on Mirabeau Recordings.
Made with support from DJBFA – Composer and Songwriters’ Production Pool and Koda’s Cultural Funds


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'Stunning...magical storytelling' -The Guardian

Ana Silvera is a London-born singer- songwriter and composer whose folk and bluegrass-tinged tunes are lyrical, intimate and emotive, works of ‘lavish, vivid imagination’ (Metro). ... more

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