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Catalog: Song Information: Page 45 of 83Please keep this site alive by contributing song listings and other information to the catalog. See the bottom of every catalog page for how. "My Pennies"Song 1 (extractable) from set Six Love Songs
This entry contributed by David Wolfson around 11/14/99
Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: quarter=112, 'gently, with pedal throughout'.Tender and sweet. Text Comments: My pennies, On top of Your old dresser Next to The bed I bought you On The rug we dragged home together, Laughing and breathless. The rug Which you swept yesterday While I straightened all the pictures. This entry contributed by G&K around 11/14/99. The contributor(s) looked over the song. "My River Runs to Thee"Song not from a cycle or set
This entry contributed by G&K around 11/10/98 Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: Andantino. Tessitura is not too bad at all--just a mezzo-piano F5. Piano part simple but nice. Text Comments: Full text: My river runs to thee; Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea look graciously! I'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks, Say, sea, Take me! This entry contributed by G&K around 11/10/98. The contributor(s) looked over the song. "My Roaring Boy"
This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98 Know this song? Add your review! Text Comments: My roaring boy comes home, I hear him lungful across the shifting corn, he scatters the stooks and all before him, he is bright as a cobıs flank in June, true as a ploughshareıs chop through the dark, dark earth, larger than the harvest moon which is an owlıs eye and cannot lie and cannot deny his undoing as the years fold and fold upon themselves and his seed grows to his overthrow and I do love him, and he is forever bright, forever true, forever larger than the moon. My boy comes roaring home. This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98. The contributor(s) composed the song. "My Sex Experience with Randall Jarrell"Song 5 (extractable) from set Boy Mad
This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98 Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: Duration 3:30 Conversational and commodious, recitative-like at end. Text Comments:
The other day
I bought a book with a photograph in it
of the American poet Randall Jarrell,
a man with whom I think I might have agreed about a
lot of things,
and it turns out he's also irresistibly handsome.
Well, I think so.
If we had met,
and if he had cared to get to know me
(which I think is likely) . . .
(Here, in the original draft of this poem,
I inserted a charming sexual fantasy,
not overly explicit in its narration.)
. . . and his wife would ask him, "Did you have fun
during the weekend you spent in bed with Gary Ralph?"
And Randall would tell me about it later
and I would send her a bouquet of flowers
with a note attached, saying:
"You are the most understanding woman who ever lived."
This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98. The contributor(s) composed the song. "Nearing Equinox"Song 2 (extractable) from set Bird by Bird
This entry contributed by G&K around 4/27/99 Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: quarter = 80. voice part hangs high until cricket sounds at end. frequent meter changes and flute and voice are in opposing (but interlocking) meters at end. Text Comments: The boundaries, fought clear, are abandoned now, and the robins fly in bunches over common ground: drift, drift, return in near reversals, return, but, on the whole, feed south--yew berries reddening, the honeysuckle berries dried up, Reekee, Reekee, [repeated] crickets, fall fat, singing all night. This entry contributed by G&K around 4/27/99. The contributor(s) looked over the song. "Never May the Fruit be Plucked"
This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98 Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: Duration 3:00 Passionate, noble; hard piano part - lots of notes. Text Comments: Never, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough And gathered into barrels. He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs. Though the branches bend like reeds, Though the ripe fruit splash in the grass or wrinkle on the tree, He that would eat of love may bear away with him Only what his belly can hold, Nothing in the apron, Nothing in the pockets. Never, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough And harvested in barrels. The winter of love is a cellar of empty bins, In an orchard soft with rot. This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98. The contributor(s) composed the song. "Never Pain to Tell Thy Love"
This entry contributed by ECS Publishing around 12/28/98 Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: "Warmly;" quarter = "a free 54." Lyrical and beautiful. Requires quick mp to f crescendo on G5. Piano part is transparent but warm. Text Comments: Never pain to tell thy love Love that never told can be, for the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, trembling, cold, in ghastly fears Ah, she doth depart. Soon as she was gone from me A trav'llor came by Silently, invisibly. O, was no deny. See Songs by Daron Hagen (Recordings) This entry contributed by G&K around 12/28/98. The contributor(s) looked over the song. "Night"Song 1 (extractable) from set Night Songs
This entry contributed by G&K around 11/10/98 Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: "Andante" quarter = 54. But flowing sixteenth notes in the piano mostly throughout. Vocal part hangs in the higher end of the song's range. Hoiby's style is singable, audience-pleasing, and musically satisfying. Text Comments: The narrator thinks of "the noonday brightness," the twilight, and the moonlight on a pond, but still cannot sleep. This entry contributed by G&K around 11/10/98. The contributor(s) looked over the song. Please contribute to the catalog
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