1) Alda is a collective p… Read Full Bio ↴There are multiple artists with this name:
1) Alda is a collective project dedicated to the reclamation of Lost Wisdom and the application of a lifestyle founded on respect and communication with the soils on which they dwell. They are currently based out of the Tahoma landscape within the Cascade Mountain Range. They play a style of black metal that is considered to be of the Cascadian ilk with influences deriving primarily from Windir, Burzum, Agalloch, Ulver and Drudkh. Official sites: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Alda/116289091792839 - http://www.myspace.com/aldacascadia
2) Alda (Alda Björk Ólafsdóttir) is an Icelandic pop singer who scored two Top 20 UK hits in 1998 with '"eal Good Time" and "Girls NIght Out". "Real Good Time" was covered by Aaron Carter and also South African Pop Idol winnner Anke Pietrengeli. Other artists in Italy, Spain and Asia have also recorded her songs and apart from the double platinum disc from North America she was also awarded a Gold Disc in Canada, Indonesia and the UK. Alda is still recording music and you can hear some of it on her official Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/aldamusic
3) Alda (Alda Risma Elfariani) is a pop singer from Indonesia, he became popular because of his song titled "Aku Tak Biasa". Alda also had a duet with boy band Code Red in the song "We Can Make It".
4) Alda (Alda Nebiu) is an Albanian-Italian rapper, currently signed with the label Asian Fake.
Tearing of the Weave
Alda Lyrics
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Oh we children of calamity...
How could we have known
That it would have come to this?
We are overcome in the wake of your passing
Struggling forms sifting
Through shadows, searching
The severed kin forgotten
Betrayed, ghost voices among the ashes
Ever calling to us on the wind
An now by those sinew holds the hand
That guides the arrow?
Whose lore to we inherit
The scavengers of dreams?
We tremble in the blackness
In the paling of our marrow
As we fill our throats with earth
In hope the elder voices become our own
The lyrics of Alda's song Tearing of the Weave describe a struggle of identity and heritage after a great loss. The opening lines present a sense of despair and hopelessness, as "we of empty hands" and "we children of calamity" mourn and wonder how they could have foreseen the tragedy that struck them. The following lines depict a scene of chaos and confusion, as the survivors try to navigate through the aftermath of the loss, searching for meaning and guidance.
The second stanza introduces a haunting image of the dead, the "severed kin forgotten" and betrayed, their "ghost voices" calling out to the living through the wind. This image highlights the theme of legacy and inheritance, as the survivors question whose lore and traditions they should carry on. The mention of "scavengers of dreams" suggests that there are those who would take advantage of the vulnerable and desperate, further complicating the search for a sense of belonging.
The final lines of the song offer a sense of surrender to the unknown, as the survivors "fill [their] throats with earth" in the hopes that the ancestral voices will become their own. This line can be interpreted as a metaphor for a burial rite, a symbolic act of accepting the loss and embracing whatever comes next. The song ends on a note of ambiguity and uncertainty, echoing the larger themes of the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh we of empty hands...
We are lacking in resources and possessions.
Oh we children of calamity...
We are a generation born into a time of great distress and disaster.
How could we have known
That it would have come to this?
In hindsight, we realize we had no way of predicting the current situation.
We are overcome in the wake of your passing
Struggling forms sifting
Through shadows, searching
We are deeply affected by the loss of someone or something, and are struggling to find our way forward.
Many are the voices of the dead,
The severed kin forgotten
Betrayed, ghost voices among the ashes
Ever calling to us on the wind
There are many voices of the deceased calling out to us, unheard and forgotten, as we are haunted by their memories.
An now by those sinew holds the hand
That guides the arrow?
Whose lore to we inherit
The scavengers of dreams?
We are uncertain whose guidance we should follow, and who the true keepers of knowledge are.
We tremble in the blackness
In the paling of our marrow
As we fill our throats with earth
In hope the elder voices become our own
We are filled with fear and uncertainty, hoping to gain wisdom from those who came before us.
Contributed by Camilla A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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