Y’all, please listen to this song. This is Mongolian folk rock by a new band called the HU, it’s the only song they’ve got out so far but it is a strong start, holy shit.
According to one of the comments on the video, it’s sung from the perspective of the spirits of the ancestors, who are lamenting that politicians aren’t keeping their word, Mongolians are discriminating against each other over their provincial origin or bloodline, and the traditional wisdom of the elders is being lost. The English translation in the captions isn’t great, but you really don’t need it to enjoy the song. This is going to be stuck in my head all weekend.
Driving alone, following your form Hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn Remember me love, when I’m reborn As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
Like a small boat on the ocean Sending big waves into motion Like how a single word Can make a heart open I might only have one match But I can make an explosion
And all those things I didn’t say Wrecking balls inside my brain I will scream them loud tonight Can you hear my voice this time?
This is my fight song Take-back-my-life song Prove-I’m-alright song My power’s turned on Starting right now I’ll be strong I’ll play my fight song And I don’t really care If nobody else believes ‘Cause I’ve still got A lot of fight left in me
Losing friends and I’m chasing sleep Everybody’s worried about me In too deep they say I’m in too deep (in too deep) And it’s been two years I miss my home But there’s a fire burning in my bones Still believe Yeah, I still believe
And all those things I didn’t say Wrecking balls inside my brain I will scream them loud tonight Can you hear my voice this time?
This is my fight song Take-back-my-life song Prove-I’m-alright song My power’s turned on Starting right now I’ll be strong I’ll play my fight song And I don’t really care If nobody else believes ‘Cause I’ve still got A lot of fight left in me A lot of fight left in me
Like a small boat on the ocean Sending big waves into motion Like how a single word Can make a heart open I might only have one match But I can make an explosion
This is my fight song (Hey!) Take back my life song (Hey!) Prove I’m alright song (Hey!) My power’s turned on Starting right now I’ll be strong (I’ll be strong) I’ll play my fight song And I don’t really care If nobody else believes ‘Cause I’ve still got A lot of fight left in me Now I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me
Just inside the doors of a gothic cathedral, you hover outside the funeral of an old friend. A storm rages outside. Your gaze falls upon a statue of the Virgin Mary, half in shadow. She looks kind. You kneel for a moment in prayer, gathering strength to walk into the funeral Mass.
“My soul cries out with a joyful shout that the God of my heart is great. And my spirit sings of the wondrous things that you bring to the ones who wait. You fixed your sight on your servant’s plight and my weakness you did not spurn. So from east to west shall my name be blessed; could the world be about to turn?
My heart shall sing of the day you bring, let the fires of your justice burn. Wipe away all tears for the dawn draws near and the world is about to turn.
Though I am small, my God, my all, you worked great things in me. And your mercy will last from the depths of the past to the end of the age to be. Your very name puts the proud to shame and for those who would for you yearn you will show your might. Put the strong to flight for the world is about to turn.
My heart shall sing of the day you bring, let the fires of your justice burn. Wipe away all tears for the dawn draws near and the world is about to turn.
From the halls of power to the fortress tower, not a stone will be left on stone. Let the king beware for your justice tears every tyrant from his throne. The hungry poor shall weep no more for the food they can never earn. There are tables spread, every mouth be fed, for the world is about to turn.
My heart shall sing of the day you bring, let the fires of your justice burn. Wipe away all tears for the dawn draws near and the world is about to turn.
Though the nations rage from age to age, we remember who holds us fast. God’s mercy must deliver us from the conqueror’s crushing grasp. This saving word that our forbears heard is the promise which holds us bound ‘til the spear and rod can be crushed by God, who is turning the world around.
My heart shall sing of the day you bring, let the fires of your justice burn. Wipe away all tears for the dawn draws near and the world is about to turn.
a Real Actual Mongolian throat singer told me, when asked about the meaning of the lyrics, that they are often about horses and ranching and women, or are folk songs. “Its very similar to the country music you have here. Mongolia is a lot like Montana, actually.”
Behold! Kongar-ol Ondar’s “Good Horses” from the album “Back Tuva Future”
I highly reccomend the whole album. They sample Richard Feynman!
friends. romans. countrymen.
fellow xaela players.
it is time we discussed the fact staring us all in the face: every steppe xaela is, in fact, HELLA country y’all
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