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Svata

by The Hipnecks

Svata is a narrative story based on an ancient Transylvanian gypsy legend about the invention of music. In this tale, the devil invents a banjo to lure a lost soul, but accidentally leaves it behind.
Genre: Rock: Folk Rock
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The song, 'Svata,' is based on an ancient Transylvanian gypsy folktale about the invention of music - particularly, the invention of a stringed instrument. In this story, the devil invents a drum to woo a lost soul. Having not impressed the young girl, he adds a neck and strings, thus inventing the banjo. He trades it for not only her soul, but those of her father, mother, and four sisters with which the instrument was constructed. Like a siren, the instrument enables the young girl to keep a lover under a spell. Greedy and shortsighted, the devil collects on both of their souls, and leaves the banjo to decay with the mountain hut and return to the earth. Years later, a wandering gypsy steps on a nail in the woods and uncovers the banjo under the leaves. As the home had long since rotted away, the banjo lay in remarkable condition because it had been made not of wood, but from the human bones of the young girl's family. Fascinated, the gypsy teaches himself to play it, and as the last line of the song goes, "Now he plays in the town and all laugh and cry at his command... yeah they laugh and cry at his command."


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