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Track | Duration | Preview |
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Rosa Mystica | 4:45 | |
Ma Navu | 9:25 | |
The Gartan Mather's Song | 6:41 | |
Longing | 5:54 | |
The Gartan Mother's Song | 6:46 | |
Deluded Love | 9:9 | |
Mana Vu | 9:25 | |
For the Roses | 6:32 | |
The Gartan Mother's Song | 6:41 | |
For The Roses | 6:29 | |
La Rosa Enflorece | 7:34 |
Role | Company |
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Copyright (c) | Celestial Harmonies |
Phonographic Copyright (p) | Celestial Harmonies |
Recorded At | Curved Air Studios, Boulder, CO |
Mixed At | FTM Studios, Denver |
Published By | Celestial Harmonies |
Glass Mastered At | Sonopress |
Made By | Sonopress |
Role | Credit |
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Cello | David Lockington |
Engineer | Les Kahn |
Mixed By | Mickey Houlihan |
Harp | Therese Schroeder-Sheker |
Voice | Therese Schroeder-Sheker |
Psaltery | Therese Schroeder-Sheker |
Bells | Therese Schroeder-Sheker |
Producer | Therese Schroeder-Sheker |
Mastered By | Ulrich Kraus |
Photography By | Steven Meckler |
Graphics | Flynn Design Studio, Tucson, Arizona |
Liner Notes | Therese Schroeder-Sheker |
Realization | Therese Schroeder-Sheker |
Arranged By | Therese Schroeder-Sheker |
Design | Flynn Design Studio, Tucson, Arizona |
Vocals | Therese Schroeder-Sheker |
Photography By [Front Cover Photography: "Heavy Roses | Edward Steichen |
Voulangis | Edward Steichen |
France | Edward Steichen |
1914"] | Edward Steichen |
That is how a Banshee sounds.
He was a drummer last summer
with time on his hands,
and all that matter was scattered
like Wastelands.
I never knew what a darkened lie
could do…
but when the clock stopped
with no child in my arms,
I held roses.
On a bright stage for no wage
we were playing for peace
and in the cafes those sweet days
held Love’s lease.
We never know where a rose might bloom or grow…
but when your heart stops to the beat of a drum: You’ll hear roses.
I hope this finds you and binds you
to the part of your soul
that you tasted but wasted on old roles…
that you needed but conceded to old roles…
Still you held it and then melted
like rose-gold…
All of the wounds
from the thorns of dark desire
they dissolve now
and they shine in my eyes,
much like roses.
You’re such a liar,
but your voice on the wire
would be roses,
and when you hear this,
please, don’t fear what you’ve missed.
Just send roses...