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Catalog: Song Information: Page 60 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. "Strange Tree"
This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/22/98 Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: Duration 0:50 Cartoony and scary -- hallucinatory. This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/22/98. The contributor(s) composed the song. "Strayed Crab"Song 2 (not extractable) from set Rain Forest
This entry contributed by G&K around 1/1/99
Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: Allegro. Optional notes replace the sustained high A5s and G5s, making the high note of the song an F#5. Looks tricky rhythmically for the instruments. Hoiby's style is accessible, attractive, and interesting. About 7 minutes long. Text Comments: This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. I am the color of wine, of tinta. The inside of my powerful right claw is saffron yellow. See, I see it now; I wave it like a flag. I am dapper and elegant. I move with great precision, cleverly managing all my smaller yellow claws. I believe in the oblique, the indirect approach, and I keep my feelings to myself. But on this strange, smooth surface I am making too much noise. I wasn't meant for this. If I maneuver a bit and keep a sharp lookout, I shall find my pool again. Watch out for my right claw, all passers-by. This place is too hard. The rain has stopped, and it is damp, but still not wet enough to please me. My eyes are good, though small. My shell is tough and tight. In my own pool are many small gray fish. I see right through them. Only their large eyes are opaque and twitch at me. They are hard to catch but I, I catch them quickly in my arms and eat them up. What is that big soft monster like a yellow cloud stifling and warm? what is it doing? It pats my head. Out claw. There, I have frightened it away. It's sitting down, pretending nothing's happened. I'll skirt it. It's still pretending not to see me. Out of my way, O monster. I own a pool, all the little fish that swim in it, and all the skittering waterbugs that smell like rotting apples. Cheer up, O grievous snail, I tap your shell, encouragingly, not that you will ever know about it. And I want nothing to do with you, either, sulking toad. Imagine, at least four times my size and yet so vulnerable. I could open your belly with my claw. You glare and bulge, a watchdog near my pool; you make a loud and hollow noise. I do not care for such stupidity. I admire compression, lightness, and agility, all rare in this loose world. This entry contributed by G&K around 1/1/99. The contributor(s) looked over the song. "Such a Little While"Song not from a cycle or set
This entry contributed by G&K around 5/9/99 Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: "Andantino con Garbo"! Looks like a simple sweet song. Text Comments: Such a little while. I've known you such a little while. I'm sure I don't know why I'm here at all. Such a funny way for two people to meet, No introduction at all. I picked you up or maybe it was you picked me. I was there alone, now You're here. And it's suddenly "We." It just goes to show, you know, what's coming you don't know. I'm sure I will look back on this and smile. You will too, I guess, But I guess I shouldn't guess. Because I've known you only such a little while. This entry contributed by G&K around 5/9/99. The contributor(s) looked over the song. "Susie Asado"Song 1 (extractable) from set Two Stein Songs
This entry contributed by G&K around 11/26/98 Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: Composer will annotate in early '99 Text Comments: Although Berg writes in the notes to the song that he did not know that "Susie asado" meant to the poet "warm sexual pleasure," the song still depicts "a prolonged state of ecstasy. The beginning of the text is as follows: "Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea. Susie asado. Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea. Susie asado. Susie asado which is a told tray sure. A lean on the shoe this means slips slips hers. When the ancient light grey is clean it is yellow, it is a silver seller." [more] Recordings: Opus One Records, catalog number 49 (LP only), available from the company at P.O. Box 604, Grenville, ME 04441 This entry contributed by G&K around 11/26/98. The contributor(s) looked over the song. "Sweet Betsy from Pike"
This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98
Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: Duration 1:30 A jumpy, bright setting as with lots of rising figures and loud chords in odd places. This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98. The contributor(s) composed the song. "that winter"Song 1 (extractable) from set haiku
This entry contributed by G&K around 10/14/98 Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: slow (quarter = 56), reflective, dm piece. Uses half and whole step dissonances effectively. Never louder than mf. The entire compass of the song is covered in one leap from D4 to F5 on the line "how cold the snow seemed." A passionately subdued setting. Piano part maybe a little tricky but really not bad as far as I can tell. About 1:15. Text Comments: A text about "that winter when my faithless Lover left me" This entry contributed by G&K around 10/14/98. The contributor(s) looked over the song. "The Argument of His Book"Song 4 (extractable) from set Household Tales
This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98
Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: Duration 2:40 in 6/4--balmy, pastoral. This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98. The contributor(s) composed the song. "The Babies"
This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98 Know this song? Add your review! Music Comments: Duration 1:35 Urgent, agitated, busy piano part, fast delivery of words. Text Comments: Let us save the babies. Let us run downtown. The babies are screaming. You shall wear mink and your hair shall be done. I shall wear tails. Let us save the babies even if we run in rags to the heart of town. Let us not wait for tomorrow. Let us drive into town and save the babies. Let us hurry. They lie in a warehouse with iron windows and iron doors. The sunset pink of their skin is beginning to glow. Their teeth poke through their gums like tombstones. Let us hurry. They have fallen asleep. Their dreams are infecting them. Let us hurry. Their screams rise from the warehouse chimney. We must move faster. The babies have grown into their suits. they march all day in the sun without blinking. Their leader sits in a bullet-proof car and applauds. Smoke issues from his helmet. We cannot see his face: we are still running. More babies than ever are locked in the warehouse. Their screams are like sirens. We are still running to the heart of town. Our clothes are getting ragged. We shall not wait for tomorrow. The future is always beginning now. The babies are growing into their suits. Let us run into the heart of town. Let us hurry. Let us save the babies. Let us try to save the babies. This entry contributed by Andy Vores around 11/21/98. The contributor(s) composed the song. Please contribute to the catalog
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