Thanks for the list Siedr!

Does anyone know of any groups that have an irish/american indian flavor?

gypsyraven wrote:
Does anyone know of any groups that have an irish/american indian flavor?

I know of one song that may possibly fit what you are looking for..its called "I Will Find You" and it is by the Irish band Clannad and it is on their Greatest Hits and The Last of the Mohicans movie soundtrack..its a really lovely song,Maire Brennan has a beautiful voice,the song has good drum beats in it also..hope this helps!
Blessed Be!
SilverMoonSiren[smile]

I love the bands and everything (I need to look them up), but does anyone have music they've written or know about anyone who is willing to share sheet music/tab? I play guitar some and sing and would really like to record my own ceremonial music, but I suck at composing.

As for Native American style music, one of my favorite is Brule (specifically the album "We the People"). It's a very modern rendition of some of the most amazing Native songs I've heard. I'm dyin to find a place that has that album as a CD (all I got's the casette). There're some other albums out that I havent heard, but I'm sure they're great too. Some other of my favorite Native American CD's include meditations: Native American Flute (from Lifescapes), Native Spirit (BCI music), Spirit of the Wind (also BCI), Cries From the Earth (yet another from BCI), Spirits of the Wild (Mesa Music Consort), Spirit Feathers (also Mesa Music Consort), and Tribal Voices (from EarthBeat, I think.) As a note, those're the record companies in parentheses I think, except for Mesa Music - pretty sure that's the actual "orchestra".

Jack Gladstone is another of my favorite musical Native American artists, often blending a little western into his tunes, but a lot are more legend oriented, nature-based songs. The Bear Who Stole the Shinook is a tale of, well, I guess that's pretty self-explanatory... Wolf is about the realization that with man's advance on America, the wolf population has declined due to ignorance. There're a BUNCH more about Native Americans' struggles under the white man's hand that just reach out to me. I'd give anything to meet Jack Gladstone and have a simple conversation with him (I think he's got a website, but I can't recall the URL.)

I'd also recommend any of Enya's albums, though I absolutely LOVE The Celts. (I'm sure you know Enya, new age music.)

Does anyone here consider Dance/Techno/Electronica type stuff to be spiritual music? Call me a nut, but I really feel when I'm listenin to dance music, much as when I'm listening to Celtic (I'd die for Celtic...)

And I'll be sure to check out those others you've all listed! Thanks bunches! BB

Thanks for all the info guys! Looks like i've got some shopping to do![smile]

medwyn goodall
blackmore's night
karan casey
christy moore
enya
enigma
loreen mckennitt
leahy
clannad
the corrs
mary black
altan
ashley macisaac
solas
john whelan
ronan hardiman
niamh parsons
karen matheson
alasdair fraser
gaelic storm
patrick street

More Pagan Music Â*Lisa Thiel, Jennifer Berezan (On her album "She Carries Me" during the song "She Who Hears the Cries of the World" Olympia Dukakis recites The Charge of the Goddess), Reclaiming, Libana, Elaine Silver, Inkubus Sukkubus, Gypsy, Dead Can Dance, Zeeza, Spiral Dance, Sacred Spirit Drums, Moving Breath, Velvet Hammer, are a few that I enjoy

Three Weird Sisters and Emerald Rose are on my cd player all the time it seems. The three weird sisters have music from the lovely song Rite of Passage -
Chant the age-old rite of passage:
Send the boy king through the maze.
Blur his thinking, silent masters,
Set his senses all ablaze.

Bring the torches, oh, my brothers,
Bring the watchers, sound the horns.
Bring the young men who can hear us,
Summon them the maze of thorns.

Out of time and out of magic,
Out of dark antiquity,
Out of mind and out of body,
Bring the chosen ones to me.

Call the towers, call the chanters,
Call the women with their hands,
Call the mystics, call the seers,
Change the boy's eyes to the man's.

Weave the mysteries together,
Weave the branches harsh and dry.
Weave the garlands for the girls
Draw the line of the inner eye.

Feed him flesh to blur his senses,
Feed him grain to ground his feet,
Feed him wine to dull his thinking,
Take him where the chosen meet.

Give the boy the tools of warfare,
Give the boy the tools of land
Give the boy the tools of seeing
Draw him closer, take his hand.

Lead him to the waiting woman,
Lead his hand toward her breast.
Lead his lips to taste her sweetness:
First the ordeal, then the rest.

Now the women gather round him,
Now they offer soft advice.
Now they tease him now they touch him
Hands that stroke, eyes that entice.

Speak the words of invocation,
Speak the truth for which he's born.
Speak the mystery unbroken:
Push the boy into the thorn.

Bright the torches, ever brighter,
Bright the silent masters' eyes.
Bright the path that stretches forward:
White smoke clouds the midnight skies.

Half erect, the boy steps forward,
Half-asleep and half awake--
Half a heartbeat, and there's darkness:
Which pathway, which turn to take?

Outside, now the drumming's distant,
Outside of the maze of thorns.
Outside's fading: inside, he stands,
Naked as the day he was born.

In the maze, the corners scratch him,
In the maze, the thorn pricks deep
In the maze, the thunder threatens
To wake a mystery from its sleep.

Hours pass, the boy is restless.
Hours pass, the boy sees fire.
Hours pass, the boy sees visions,
Life, death, purpose, and desire.

Now he sleeps the sleep of dreamers,
Now he lives inside his dreams.
Now the line of all his lives blurs:
Into the sum of what he seems.

Worlds away, a child cries softly.
Worlds away, the women know.
Worlds away, the watchers resting,
In the maze, we awaken slow.

Masters, lead us through the thorns.
Masters, lift our worldly haze.
Masters, give us all we need
To find our purpose in the maze.

We are walking into sunlight.
We are outside of our dream.
We are all that holds this quest, and
We are more than what we seem.

When the end comes, all is silent.
When the end comes, all is still.
When the end comes, everything is
The boy, the king, the heart, the will.

In the sunlight, see the lion.
In the shadow, see the bear.
In the forest sings the sparrow,
Inches from the gray wolf's lair.

We are all the voices singing.
We are all the elements.
We are all the forests ringing:
We are what we represent.

To the plain silly Boys want sex in the morning and my Karma Broke Down. Emerald Rose tends to go back and forth as well... but really lovely music.

A really great band for ethnic/tribal type stuff is a band called
Deep Forest. They're not pagan per se, but their stuff is very rousing and deeply felt. Hihgly reccomended.