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tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-12-16 01:11 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-12-16 01:11 pm
Music whoring, interlude.
In lieu of finishing up the music requests, I wish to share one of the songs that was performed in the recital on Sunday. It's called "O Black Swan," from Menotti's The Medium, and both the music and the lyrics are terribly, terribly haunting and beautiful. Unfortunately I was completely unable to find an mp3 of it anywhere; in fact, the only thing I could find was a video of a student performing it in a recital. Now, normally I am not the sort to download a video of a random stranger and recommend it to my f-list, but I really love this song. Desperate times, desperate measures, you know. I only wish I could've found a recording of the duet version, because the harmonies near the end send chills down my spine.
O Black Swan (.mov) - Disclaimer: this isn't me or anyone I know. I dug it up on the internet somewhere. It's not from Sunday's recital.
The sun has fallen and it lies in blood
The moon is weaving bandages of gold
O, black swan, where o where has my lover gone?
Torn and tattered is my bridal gown and my lamp is lost.
With silver needles and with silver thread,
The stars stitch a shroud for the dying sun.
O, black swan, where o where is my lover gone?
I had given him a kiss of fire and a golden ring.
Don't you hear your lover moan?
Eyes of glass and feet of stone,
Shells for teeth and weed for tongue.
Deep, deep down in the river's bed, he's looking for the ring.
Eyes wide open, never asleep, he's looking for the ring.
The spools unravel and the needles break.
The sun is buried and the stars weep,
O, black wave, o black wave take me away with you.
I will share you with my golden hair and my bridal crown.
O take me away with you!
Take me down to my wandering lover with my child unborn.
O Black Swan (.mov) - Disclaimer: this isn't me or anyone I know. I dug it up on the internet somewhere. It's not from Sunday's recital.
The sun has fallen and it lies in blood
The moon is weaving bandages of gold
O, black swan, where o where has my lover gone?
Torn and tattered is my bridal gown and my lamp is lost.
With silver needles and with silver thread,
The stars stitch a shroud for the dying sun.
O, black swan, where o where is my lover gone?
I had given him a kiss of fire and a golden ring.
Don't you hear your lover moan?
Eyes of glass and feet of stone,
Shells for teeth and weed for tongue.
Deep, deep down in the river's bed, he's looking for the ring.
Eyes wide open, never asleep, he's looking for the ring.
The spools unravel and the needles break.
The sun is buried and the stars weep,
O, black wave, o black wave take me away with you.
I will share you with my golden hair and my bridal crown.
O take me away with you!
Take me down to my wandering lover with my child unborn.
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