Woodland is a low-density forest forming open habitats with plenty of sunlight and limited shade. Woodlands may support an understory of shrubs and herbaceous plants including grasses. Woodland may form a transition to shrubland under drier conditions or during early stages of primary or secondary succession. Higher densities and areas of trees, with largely closed canopy, provide extensive and nearly continuous shade and are referred to as forest.
Woodland is used in British woodland management to mean any smaller area covered in trees, however dense. (Forest is usually used in the British Isles only for more extensive wooded areas, again, regardless of density – and also including Royal forests, which may not be wooded at all). The term Ancient Woodland is used in British nature conservation to refer to any wooded land that has existed for a very long period (equivalent to the American term old growth forest).
Woodlot is a closely related American term, which refers to a stand of trees generally used for firewood. While woodlots often technically have closed canopies, they are so small that light penetration from the edge makes them ecologically closer to woodland than forest.
Howard Leslie Shore (born October 18, 1946) is a Canadian composer, notable for his film scores. He has composed the scores for over 80 films, most notably the scores for The Lord of the Rings film trilogy, for which he won three Academy Awards. He is also a consistent collaborator with director David Cronenberg, having scored all but one of his films since 1979.
He has also composed a few concert works including one opera, The Fly, based on the plot (though not his score) of Cronenberg's 1986 film premiered at the Théâtre du Châtelet in Paris on 2 July 2008., a short piece Fanfare for the Wanamaker Organ and the Philadelphia Orchestra, and a short overture for the Swiss 21st Century Symphony Orchestra.
Shore is a three-time winner of the Academy Award, and has also won three Golden Globe Awards and four Grammy Awards. He is the uncle of film composer Ryan Shore. Shore serves on the Board of Trustees at his alma mater, Berklee College of Music.
Shore was born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, the son of Bernice (née Ash) and Mac Shore. He studied music at Berklee College of Music in Boston after graduating from Forest Hill Collegiate Institute. From 1969 to 1972, he performed with the group Lighthouse. In 1970 he was the music director of Lorne Michaels and Hart Pomerantz's short-lived TV program The Hart & Lorne Terrific Hour. Shore wrote the music for Canadian magician Doug Henning's magical/musical Spellbound in 1974, and he was the musical director for Lorne Michaels' hugely influential late-night NBC comedy show Saturday Night Live from 1975 to 1980, appearing in many musical sketches, including Howard Shore and His All-Nurse Band, and dressed as a beekeeper for a John Belushi/Dan Aykroyd performance of the Slim Harpo classic I'm a King Bee. Shore also suggested the name for The Blues Brothers to Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi.
Far, where dawn never ends
Away, are echoes the old lady sings
Crying that years
Years I've been trapped in this cave
Inside, a candle consumed by its flame
And all of the repenting words aside
I desire to hurt you
Desert the world you belong to
In the forest where I lay
My hungry heart
My mellow mind
All my thoughts
They're weak in kind
They're dreams
Red is the mountain of mice
Rotten on the hour of demise
The pile, it resembles a crown
And every roaring squel
Is shame in disguise
Coming clear
And all that you wished for
Is becoming right now
Still it stays, in troubling ways
The ire
Far, where dawn never ends
Away, the old lady sings
For years I've been trapped in this cave
This road turns
The thief returns
The holes in his head flooding light
He stole the sun
Where it all began
No one understands a word, no one
Thoughts that burn inside
Rule just one at a time
Hurt and hypnotized
Do not dare defy
The wind is cool on his skin
Caressing like the air was just for you
In freefall
The mind can stall
And the pavement kisses
In the most subtle way
Thoughts that burn inside
Rule just one at a time
Hurt and hypnotized
Lines of silver blood
A sound that is so steady
Falling from the clouds
On my weary hands
The weight, I cannot bear
It draws me to the center
Of the universe
A touch, it opens me
See, there the traitor lies
My mind, it was unready
To sing a horrid tale
Of somewhere I won't return to
The fear of what I can't see
Is all I'll never know
Heard as so surreal
In a soothing sound
Crows with liquid eyes
They are hovering over
The pure part of my mind
Where I rest my head
Hear, the words they mutter out
My mind is still unready
Feel the beaks sting through my flesh
They are making their way in
The fear of what I can't see
Is all I'll never know
Heard as so surreal
Walking in the dark
I have taken the wrong way home, I've been
Lost for days and seen no familiar face
No one wants to see a weak being
And I've been lied to too many times
Been let down and fallen behind
Withhold the name I bear
And give me a chance for my revenge
Read past the words that bleed
Read to the core to keep
Soar and rise to see
Above and beyond me
With one wish withstand
All the scorn all the masses demand
And I've had reason to come to the conclusion
No eyes will open without a raised hand
Read past the words that bleed
Read to the core to keep
Soar and rise to see
Past the gates
Your soul creates
Lies a path
That radiates
In a world of sterile crowds
We are part of the system
Closed from wisdom
Buried words, running deep
Stinging into a question
Suggestion
In my days
I've not heard
A stronger sound
And I believe
In silence lies
The power to hear
Not in fear
Not being austere
Through the halls
A whisper calls
In a world of broken glass
We are hovering over
A four-leaf clover
But no one knows when to end
And for how long until it's over
In my days
I've not heard
A stronger sound
And I believe
In silence lies
The power to hear
Not in fear
Climbing up a broken womb
The grief was on you
A life left dead
Words never said
Still the spirit stays
Frozen, broken, forever taken away
It was never your choice
To reap what was sown
Climbing up a broken womb
A dream is now true
What once was
Is now no more
So still the spirit stays
Frozen, broken, forever taken away
It was never your choice
To speak in past tenses
Leaves life defenseless
They're hiding they're waiting
To beat you senseless
But endure through the pain
The lucid hours maintain
This state of consciousness
Makes you feel nothing
Once you are taken
You won't be put back to your place
Down in the darkest cave...
...The brightest of days
The wait will be over soon
With one push you are over
In an aisle of array
In a world
So serene and undoubtful
Of the way that you are
As the only
Exist without memories
To drift through deep seas
Once the feeling wears off
The sense of floating is gone
Down from the highest sky
The lowest of minds
The wait will be over soon
With one push you are over
In an aisle of array
In a world
So serene and undoubtful
Of the way that you are
Come high tide
Beware the pain
The scars they stay the same
What I've lived
And what I've known
The stones I've thrown
In the eyes of the mourning are veins of death
The bleeding
It won't stop until all tears have shed
What I am
An ending stream
Dark water calm and deep
The life that once flowed in him
The air, we now breathe
In the eyes of the mourning are veins of death
The bleeding
Here lie only the lonely
Weathered pain down on me
And I keep protecting the only
Remaining piece, forgotten foul
Soul of the one and the only
Kept safe, guarded so boldly
Slain, scorn
Away from the watching eye
Here rest the weary the wicked
Once beheld, now given away
For all those restlessly breathing
Once been told, this story lives
And I keep forgetting the only
Thing I once thought was solely
For those eyes in the mirror
Not dead, in endless endeavour
Never before have I been seen like this
Never so torn, never without bliss
I have now seen the weight of my being
My aim was never to fall, to rise again
But I have now seen the weight of my being
My stain
Was never to fall and be pulled up again
To let myself feel the weakness I pretend
It is faith that leads you onward
The unreal that stays alive
It's a fairy they believe in
The queen of blinded eyes
She sings a song so luring
Every note falls deep
It's the voice that keeps them feeding
The emptiness they need
Come and follow me
Deep, deeper down
A few more steps
We're nearly there
Come and follow me
Deep, deeper down
Underneath live
The scolded creatures
In the sewers they shine
Strong, clear crimson red
Reflections of a dawn unending
It is fear that keep you crawling
The unknown that lures you down
But the melody dies and deeper
All you hear is a growling sound
Come and follow me
Come deeper down
Let me see
Your aching eyes
Come closer
We're nearly there
Here in the gutter
Love is another
World that will vanish
The stronger the light is
Underneath live
The scolded creatures
In the sewers they shine
Strong clear crimson red