john mccormack – angels guard thee

Victrola record (Canadian Berliner) 88483 [275]. “Berceuse de Jocelyn” (“Angels Guard Thee”), written by Benjamin Godard. John McCormack – tenor, Fritz Kreisler – violin, Vincent O’Brien – pianoforte. First issued circa late 1914.

Beneath the quivering leaves, where shelter comes at last,
All sadness sinks to rest, or glides into the past.
Her sweet eyes prismed now in their soft silken bowers,
Oh my love, calm she sleeps beneath the trembling stars.

Awake not yet from thy repose,
A fair dream spirit hovers near thee,
Weaving a web of gold and rose,
Through dreamland’s happy isles to bear thee.
Sleep, love, it is not yet the dawn,
Angels guard thee, sweet love, till morn.

Far from the noisy throng, by song birds lulled to rest,
Where rock the branches high by breezes soft caress’d;
Softly the days go on, by sorrow all unharm’d,
Thus may life be to thee a sweet existence charm’d.

Ah! wake not yet from thy repose,
A fair dream spirit hovers near thee,
Weaving a web of gold and rose,
Through dreamland’s happy isles to bear thee!
Sleep, love, it is not yet the dawn,
Angels guard thee, sweet love, til morn!

insight into patriarchy…

… gained from storyboarding an endless stream of jock lager ads:

Where men are a caricature of manliness, their sexuality depends on them always being The Ones Who Know, who are worldly and can sum up reality in short, pithy bro-repartee (bropartee). To achieve this, they need to simplify reality into easy-to-read contrasts, with rules in big type, so they don’t have to suffer the shrivelling-dick humiliation of being faced with complexity.

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