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Saturday, December 31, 2005


i'm feeling rather nostalgic and romantic today, on account of the fact that i finally looked up the lyrics to the traditional new year's song, "auld lang syne" and found them to actually be quite sad:

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never thought upon,
The flames of love extinguished,
And freely past and gone?
Is thy kind heart now grown so cold
In that loving breast of thine,
That thou canst never once reflect
On old-long-syne?" - more here // complete original lyrics with translation here

the history and linguistic structure of the song is interesting to consider as well, and it baffles me that it never occured to me before, but robert burns's original song is written entirely in scottish dialect, and exists as a collage of various other poems, including a sermon and two political ballads, which has interesting political implications which we normally don't think to consider when we're sipping wine and awaiting the countdown. but the year's not over yet. won't you consider it now:

history of the song
dissection of the song
original jacobite version

so, in the spirit of the coming new year, and in the scottish tradition, i would like to offer the readership gifts of song and good tidings:

mp3: auld lang syne performed by wild mountain thyme on their album there can only be one can be found here.

may you spend the evening with those you love, and never fail to remember those you've lost and loved.

i'm off to a string of house parties with friends and family for the night. where i'll be, & in whose company i will be when the new year springs forth, we'll just have to wait & see.

see you in 06!


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