Presentation of Polyphonic Song

Presentation οf Polyphonic Song

 …From the old years until our days and especially during periods of feasts and festivals, the residents were gathering n order to have fun with bands. Thus there was developed, mostly in Pogdoriani region, a significant number of musicians that, in the course of time, were developed as the most important instrumentalists of the wider region between Pogoni and Zagori. The majority of instrumentalists emanate from families of gypsies that were installed in the wider region, from other villages between 1915-1925; instrumentalists were progressively professionally occupied with music, establishing particularly Parakalamos in the wider Epirus, as a source of popular instrumentalists. Moreover, farmers of the plain, at the appropriate time, were singing during rural work in maize gathering, in the loom, etc. In this way they managed to preserve these peculiar songs of the region until nowadays. The way they sang was a form of polyphonic song that differs from neighboring regions and was distinguished by the predominance and the sovereign role of “partis”, i.e. the taker, who began the singing. The role of the rest in the band was focused on strengthening the primary singer by singing the song’s verses. “Mpasimo” (entering) of the rest in the song was taking place, most times, after the three – four first initial syllables of each verse.

#30 A mother and a son were fighting

  

 

Lyrics

Mother and son were fighting, over an Albanian girl

Mother I want to marry the Albanian girl

Take her and take her again and get away from me

And as he went and brought her [back], like the sun and moon

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law took the hoe and the shovel

And they went to the mountain

To find snakes, to find monsters, to find vipers with two heads

They caught them and they fried them in a brand new pan

(Come daughter-in-law, reach with your hand and eat from this fish

[The daughter-in-law] had very much respect and she ate from the fish

-Some water mother-in-law, because I’m lading, I’m dying

Daughter-in-law, I can’t go to the spring

-Some water my mate, because I'm fading, I’m dying

He grabs a golden glass and goes off to the spring

In the time it took to go and come back, he finds her dead

Make her grave wide, deep enough for two

He grabs a golden knife and digs it in his heart

l hey took them and they buried them behind St Demo’s [church]

On one [grave] a reed grows on the other a cypress Wayfarers that passed and continued to pass by [Say] just look at that couple, that so loved each other

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