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Queen of Hearts

The other day, there was some discussion on the different songs we all keep in our heads, and they come out from time to time. Here is me mumbling through one of my regulars--there were a couple of cats banging around, knocking into things and rattling plastic bags. If you listen carefully, you can hear them.


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dive said…
Rats!
I'm in Norfolk and the connection here is way too crappy for sound.
I'll have a listen in the morning when I get to the office.
3:41 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Rats too. Didn't work for me either. I'm sure it was great Robyn, i'm imagining it now....la la la oh yes it's wonderful. ohhh :(
4:55 PM
Ame said…
WOW ROBYN! I HEARD IT--I HEARD IT! NEENER NEENER D&L...and she has a beautiful voice! What a hauntingly beautiful song...can't say as I've ever heard it before...I must be way too young! LOL! AWWW! Just humor this old broad you guys! ;)
7:33 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
OK, first of all, I was really worried that you were going to sing the Juice Newton song (the Pop-Up Video on that one is really, really funny). Second of all, if this is you, sitting in front of a computer, singing, then what the hell are you doing playing the French horn? Honey, sing. Really. For those of us who sing "with our hearts," please sing.
9:41 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Heard it! Yay. Haunting, Robyn. Lovely. Images of Henry VIII listening to one of his wenches singing this to him, that's what was in my mind anyway.
I'd quite like to do this, i sing a lot too. How did you do it, do you have special equipment?
5:28 AM
dive said…
Beautiful traditional tune, Robyn. I can see how it could get stuck in your head.
And it's always a pleasure to hear your lovely voice.
6:00 AM
Scout said…
Ame, you're too kind. It's a tune I picked up from an old Joan Baez album of old English tunes.

Sassy, really? You didn't hear the sharp parts? Or were they flat? I can't always tell. I just like to noodle around with songs like that.

Lynn, I recorded it at odeo.com. My mac has a built-in mic, so I just pushed start, sang the thing, and pushed stop. Then when you save the recording, it gives you the code to copy into your post. I would love to hear you belt out a song.

Dive,thanks. I thought you might know this one.
8:44 AM
Scout said…
Lynn, try this more specific address:

http://studio.odeo.com/create/home
11:12 AM
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