Many Trails

A boy heard the voice of the whippoorwill one night. And went out to find where he was singing. He had to walk quite a ways through a big field. Because the song of the whippoorwill carried so well in the wind.

Mundus Furibundus (carmina Burana)

Iste mundus furibundus. falsa praestat gaudia. quia fluunt et decurrunt. ceu campi lilia. laus mondana vita vana. vera tollit praemia. nam impellit et submergit.

Mundus Est Jocundum (carmina Burana)

Tempus est jocundum, o virgines. modo cum gaudete vos juvenes!. . Oh, Oh, totus floreo!. Iam amore virginali totus ardeo!. Novus, Novus amor est quo pereo!.

Mu-land

Fog weaves. anthills of steps. in plushy labyrinths. of swallowed palaces. ...swings of desire are looking for the sea.... Litanies and Laments. in the mazes dance.

Medusa

sacra eiecisti tanquam lapillos. in lacum, ad flores, ad fabulas. cum pervolavat cupiditas. totam oram cordis. totam oram cordis. . deos, ad deos, medusas.

Marcia Cerimoniale

Sempervirens panica rosa. obliquitans luces mortisque me invenit. fui parva sparsa beluilla nanciscor sub mucillagine. cupiens aliquot deos,. praeter omnes cerere, Pan et Cibelem.

Monday Morning

Monday morning, why do you haunt me. With your bells and factory whistles all around?. Monday morning, why do you taunt me?. And I so tired I could sleep here on the ground..

Matt Hyland

There was a lord, lived in this town. Who had a handsome, lovely daughter.. She was courted by a fair young man. Who was a servant to her father.. But when her parents they came to know.

Mary Mheaigi's / Frank Mors / The Trip To Lerwick

Macgregor's Gathering

The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,. And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;. Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew,.