For the joy of celebrating
In Germany, now would usually be carnival season. Today is Rose Monday and here in the Rhineland that’s usually a big thing. There are parades with colorful and decorated floats, throwing candy to the dressed-up spectators. There are many events, so-called sessions and everywhere there is celebration … as I said: usually. Because of Corona all this is cancelled this year.
I have to admit that the way they celebrate here has never been my thing. For me it was always too loud, too marked by alcohol, and the merriment too put on and too hysterical. But I always loved the dressing up. And the joy of celebrating in itself is a beautiful thing. And for the local carnival friends I am also very sorry that everything is canceled.
But the day will come when we can sing and dance together again. I am absolutely sure of that! So heads up and the music on. =)
“Cartouche”
by Blackmore’s Night
Memories, black and white, hide behind the glass
In the mirrors and the smoke, it’s all fading fast
Written word, turn the card winter into spring
Dancing through the witchwood we began to singIf I share this with you never speak a word
They would never understand if they ever heard
Gemini, Capricorn rising in the east
Dancing through the witchwood, we began to singIn between dark and light in the underworld
Wrapped around your finger like a string of pearls
Smiling face, empty hand, seven golden rings
Dancing through the starlight we began to singA-ah, a-ah, a-ah, a-ah
Still I hear the whisper: “Cartouche”
Caramel colored leaves spiral in the air
Diving right into the ground ’round the winding stair
Stories carved out of wood, jester and the king
Dancing through the moonlight, we began to singA-ah, a-ah, a-ah, a-a-a-a-ah
Still I hear the whisper: “Cartouche”
Credits
Outfit, embroidery, repaint: everything selfmade