Where does this sound come from? Ol… Read Full Bio ↴Description of Olga, the Blues Babe:
Where does this sound come from? Olga's San Francisco hometown? Her Austrian parentage? Her "found hometown" of New Orleans? Mississippi Hill country? Listening to her soulful voice you'd swear no other soil but the Deep South¹s could have reared this woman. But the truth swirls in a creative pool that is fed by all of these streams.
Olga's debut album, "blues babe," places her firmly at the vanguard of new blues artists combining innovation with a deep sense of roots. "blues babe" was recorded and produced by OLGA at home in New Orleans on an analog 4-track & digital 8-track using Pro-tools these tunes are raw baby! Mastered by Steve Pelletier. All songs by Olga except "219 Train" by Buddy Bolden.
Olga plays acoustic, electric & classical guitars, tambourine, chimes, recorder, washboard, tap shoes & slide with an antique silver knife. As for that sound? Even Olga had "somehow become convinced that a white girl couldn't sing the blues." People don't quite believe it when she tells them she's a blues maker. "Then they hear me and they really can't believe it!"
Fool
Olga Lyrics
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Or has it gone AWOL?
When will you do a little something?
Or does it all mean nothing?
I don't believe when you say
It out of your hands
I don't believe when you say
I don't believe when you say
You live by a rule
I only believe what I see
And you're a fool
What happened to you soul?
Overtaken by your goals?
What happened to your heart?
Sold it off in parts?
I don't believe when you say
It out of your hands
I don't believe when you say
I don't understand
I don't believe when you say
You live by a rule
I only believe what I see
And you're a fool
What happened to your eyes?
They used to be so wise?
What happened to your home?
Are you happy living alone?
I don't believe when you say
It out of your hands
I don't believe when you say
I don't understand
I don't believe when you say
You live by a rule
I only believe what I see
And you're a fool
In Olga's song "Fool," the lyrics delve into a sense of disappointment and disbelief towards someone's actions and choices. The opening lines question the rationality of the person in question, asking if they have lost their sense altogether or if it has completely disappeared. The use of the term "AWOL" implies that there seems to be a missing piece or aspect of their understanding. This sets the tone for the rest of the song, where the singer expresses frustration over the individual's lack of initiative or purpose.
The repetition of the lines "I don't believe when you say" emphasizes the singer's skepticism towards the excuses or explanations given by this person. They express disbelief in claims such as things being out of their control, their lack of understanding, or their adherence to certain rules. Instead, the singer asserts that they only trust what they can see with their own eyes, and from what they have observed, the individual is portrayed as a fool. This suggests a strong conviction on the part of the singer and a refusal to be swayed by empty words or half-hearted explanations.
The second verse shifts focus to deeper aspects of the person's being, questioning what has become of their soul and heart. The imagery of the soul overtaken by goals and the heart being sold off in parts conveys a sense of betrayal and loss. It reflects a sentiment that the individual may have sacrificed their core values or emotional depth for the pursuit of materialistic or superficial desires. The singer's continued disbelief in the person's words further emphasizes their disillusionment with the situation at hand.
The final verses touch upon the person's outward appearance and living situation, highlighting a sense of change and perhaps decay. The reference to their eyes losing their wisdom and their home reflecting a sense of isolation or unhappiness suggests a deterioration in both their internal and external worlds. The repeated refrain of disbelief serves as a poignant reminder of the singer's unwavering stance, only believing in what is evident to them. Overall, the lyrics of "Fool" by Olga paint a vivid picture of disappointment and disillusionment, depicting a person who has lost their way and is viewed by others as a fool for their actions and choices.
Lyrics © SPERLING LIEDER
Written by: Olga Wilhelmine Munding
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Arseny Genadev
Есть женщины в русских селеньях
С спокойною важностью лиц,
С красивою силой в движеньях,
С походкой, со взглядом цариц,
Их разве слепой не заметит,
А зрячий о них говорит:
«Пройдет — словно солнце осветит!
Посмотрит — рублем подарит!»
Идут они той же дорогой,
Какой весь народ наш идет,
Но грязь обстановки убогой
К ним словно не липнет.
Цветет Красавица, миру на диво,
Румяна, стройна, высока,
Во всякой одежде красива,
Ко всякой работе ловка.
И голод и холод выносит,
Всегда терпелива, ровна…
Я видывал, как она косит:
Что взмах — то готова копна!
Платок у ней на ухо сбился,
Того гляди косы падут.
Какой-то парнек изловчился
И кверху подбросил их, шут!
Тяжелые русые косы
Упали на смуглую грудь,
Покрыли ей ноженьки босы,
Мешают крестьянке взглянуть.
Она отвела их руками,
На парня сердито глядит.
Лицо величаво, как в раме,
Смущеньем и гневом горит…
По будням не любит безделья.
Зато вам ее не узнать,
Как сгонит улыбка веселья
С лица трудовую печать.
Такого сердечного смеха,
И песни, и пляски такой
За деньги не купишь. «Утеха!»
Твердят мужики меж собой.
В игре ее конный не словит,
В беде — не сробеет, — спасет;
Коня на скаку остановит,
В горящую избу войдет!
Красивые, ровные зубы,
Что крупные перлы, у ней,
Но строго румяные губы
Хранят их красу от людей —
Она улыбается редко…
Ей некогда лясы точить,
У ней не решится соседка
Ухвата, горшка попросить;
Не жалок ей нищий убогий —
Вольно ж без работы гулять!
Лежит на ней дельности строгой
И внутренней силы печать.
В ней ясно и крепко сознанье,
Что все их спасенье в труде,
И труд ей несет воздаянье:
Семейство не бьется в нужде,
Всегда у них теплая хата,
Хлеб выпечен, вкусен квасок,
Здоровы и сыты ребята,
На праздник есть лишний кусок.
Идет эта баба к обедне
Пред всею семьей впереди:
Сидит, как на стуле, двухлетний
Ребенок у ней на груди,
Рядком шестилетнего сына
Нарядная матка ведет…
И по сердцу эта картина
Всем любящим русский народ!
Δημητρης Keziah Delaney
At 955, Olga, the princess and regent of the Russ of Kiev was baptised under the dome of the Great Church-Hagia Sophia as an Orthodox Christian.
Olga (or Elga according to the Greek sources) arrived in Constantinople as head of a Russ embassy with many Russ lords following her in this state visit. During her tour in the Queen of the Cities, Olga was fascinated by the beauty of the strange Christian religion and remarked with wonder that in the Sophia of Justinian resided the only and Trinitarian God. Then Olga decided to convert to Christianity and to receive an imperial baptism, as it indeed happened with the full approval and excitement of the emperor Constantine Porphyrogenitos, a great erudite of his time.
It was the Augusta Helena Lekapene that became the godmother of Olga. Olga was renamed as Helena taking the name of the empress and thus she was the first person in the long history of the Russ to adopt Orthodoxy and Christianity.
The conversion of Olga-Elena was a personal choice of the princess, not a diplomatic one and also a lonely one that wasn't followed by the rest of her people and subjects. However Olga was the first person that planted the seed of Christianity among the East Slavs and for this reason the Orthodox Church today remembers Olga as a Saint, an Equal to the Apostles.
The legacy of Olga was to be continued by the princess Anna the Macedonian, the only sister of Basil II "the Bulgarslayer" that after her arrival in Kiev would erect-sponsor churches and monasteries and would baptise herself many Russ, prominent or not, acting as a preacher of Theotokos in these cold lands.
It was this spontaneous choice of Olga and the unlikely marriage of Anna with a foreign ruler of low prestige that made the Russian history what we know today. The historical roots of today's edge of the Eastern Slavic world passes through those two women and when you see today a Ukrainian or Russian pray in front of an icon of the Pantokrator, remember always Constantinople. This is the root.
Taliesin Halliday
she is a woman every man would be proud to have married. the woman had real honour.
Xaviar 77versus99
We have those too you gotta be joking and I just leave it on
Steven Hudig
To him
Susan Jackett
Sorry got the wrong lady from Kiev, I meant Anna who married Henry of France.
Wal Silva
A woman that every man wishes they could have by their side, but not every man deserves.
Arseny Genadev
Есть женщины в русских селеньях
С спокойною важностью лиц,
С красивою силой в движеньях,
С походкой, со взглядом цариц,
Их разве слепой не заметит,
А зрячий о них говорит:
«Пройдет — словно солнце осветит!
Посмотрит — рублем подарит!»
Идут они той же дорогой,
Какой весь народ наш идет,
Но грязь обстановки убогой
К ним словно не липнет.
Цветет Красавица, миру на диво,
Румяна, стройна, высока,
Во всякой одежде красива,
Ко всякой работе ловка.
И голод и холод выносит,
Всегда терпелива, ровна…
Я видывал, как она косит:
Что взмах — то готова копна!
Платок у ней на ухо сбился,
Того гляди косы падут.
Какой-то парнек изловчился
И кверху подбросил их, шут!
Тяжелые русые косы
Упали на смуглую грудь,
Покрыли ей ноженьки босы,
Мешают крестьянке взглянуть.
Она отвела их руками,
На парня сердито глядит.
Лицо величаво, как в раме,
Смущеньем и гневом горит…
По будням не любит безделья.
Зато вам ее не узнать,
Как сгонит улыбка веселья
С лица трудовую печать.
Такого сердечного смеха,
И песни, и пляски такой
За деньги не купишь. «Утеха!»
Твердят мужики меж собой.
В игре ее конный не словит,
В беде — не сробеет, — спасет;
Коня на скаку остановит,
В горящую избу войдет!
Красивые, ровные зубы,
Что крупные перлы, у ней,
Но строго румяные губы
Хранят их красу от людей —
Она улыбается редко…
Ей некогда лясы точить,
У ней не решится соседка
Ухвата, горшка попросить;
Не жалок ей нищий убогий —
Вольно ж без работы гулять!
Лежит на ней дельности строгой
И внутренней силы печать.
В ней ясно и крепко сознанье,
Что все их спасенье в труде,
И труд ей несет воздаянье:
Семейство не бьется в нужде,
Всегда у них теплая хата,
Хлеб выпечен, вкусен квасок,
Здоровы и сыты ребята,
На праздник есть лишний кусок.
Идет эта баба к обедне
Пред всею семьей впереди:
Сидит, как на стуле, двухлетний
Ребенок у ней на груди,
Рядком шестилетнего сына
Нарядная матка ведет…
И по сердцу эта картина
Всем любящим русский народ!
Hannah Stahl
Yeah, she was a badass and should have her own movie
SelectTravelVacations
@Romel Negut to understand her character you would need to start there I think.
SelectTravelVacations
@The_Baconning even better!
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