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My LibriVox recordings & my reading journal (solo Litblog).

A Bird in a Gilded Cage by Arthur J. Lamb

LibriVox logoLibriVox volunteers bring you 12 recordings of A Bird in a Gilded Cage by Arthur J. Lamb. This was the Weekly Poetry project for October 2nd to October 9th, 2011.

“A Bird in a Gilded Cage” is a song composed by Arthur J. Lamb (lyrics) and Harry Von Tilzer (music). It was a sentimental ballad (or tear-jerker) that became one of the most popular songs of 1900, reportedly selling more than two million copies in sheet music. (summary from Wiipedia)

http://www.archive.org/download/bird_gildedcage_1110_librivox/birdinagildedcage_lamb_rn_64kb.mp3″Running time=2m 19s (mp3@64kb)
There seems to be a slight hiss in my recording of this weeks poem. Although I was informed by the Book Coordinator that it isn’t too noticeable, I apologise anyway if I spoil you’re enjoyment of this work.


Download locations: mp3 128kb : mp3 64kb : ogg vorbis.
Catalogue pages: LibriVox, Internet Archive.
Zip of the entire book (11.1MB@64kb), featuring all 12 readers of this poem.

A Bird in a Gilded Cage
The ballroom was filled with fashion’s throng,
It shone with a thousand lights,
And there was a woman who passed along,
The fairest of all the sights,
A girl to her lover then softly sighed,
There’s riches at her command;
But she married for wealth, not for love he cried,
Though she lives in a mansion grand.

She’s only a bird in a gilded cage,
A beautiful sight to see,
You may think she’s happy and free from care,
She’s not, though she seems to be,
‘Tis sad when you think of her wasted life,
For youth cannot mate with age,
And her beauty was sold,
For an old man’s gold,
She’s a bird in a gilded cage.

I stood in a churchyard just at eve’,
When sunset adorned the west,
And looked at the people who’d come to grieve,
For loved ones now laid at rest,
A tall marble monument marked the grave,
Of one who’d been fashion’s queen,
And I thought she is happier here at rest,
Than to have people say when seen.

She’s only a bird in a gilded cage,
A beautiful sight to see,
You may think she’s happy and free from care,
She’s not, though she seems to be,
‘Tis sad when you think of her wasted life,
For youth cannot mate with age,
And her beauty was sold,
For an old man’s gold,
She’s a bird in a gilded cage.

This week’s poem can be found here.

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