1. |
Lydian Lady
02:23
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2. |
Bones Alley
02:32
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3. |
"Pastoral #9"
03:27
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Pastoral #9
Such comingling.
In the hollow it would follow,
Much finagling.
There, in the glen when wren sang,
There, in the glen when wren sang.
Such a tingling.
In the meadow it would follow,
Much a ringling.
There, in the glen when wren sang,
There, in the glen when wren sang.
Over hill whippoorwill sing,
At the well, spell bells ring,
And above, love's doves wing.
Love's doves wing,
Love's doves wing,
Love's doves wing.
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4. |
O'Reilly's Waltz
02:36
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5. |
Wolfgang
03:09
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6. |
Sur Richelieu
01:25
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7. |
Clownfish
01:20
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8. |
"Edgewise"
03:25
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Edgewise
Skylarking with angels, sun-fishing for fun,
Miner Forty-Niner where humming birds hum,
Moonshining the apple pressed in the mind’s eye,
Down Antelope Freeway, far as the crow flies.
The cat got my tongue, now I’m in the dumb show,
Painting the desert a quicksilver glow,
Borrowed a tongue from the coyote song,
Red Rover doggerel rhymes with so-long.
Skulduggery with a bone to pick over
Bruised on the heel lately, got to get sober
Wind-snapping melody down in the valley
Bush-whacked by monsoon, I’m happy go lucky.
In the dell now where the sheep safely graze,
There in the skyway sweet grace will amaze,
Climbed up a tree, found a nest with a bird in
Dumb struck by lightning, I can’t get a word in...
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9. |
Angel Waltz
01:26
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10. |
Newfield
01:25
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11. |
"What Remains?"
02:16
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What Remains?
What remains of my beloved, the one I loved? (rpt)
The crops in the field are no longer our own,
The blood in our bodies the heart would bemoan.
What remains of my beloved, the one I loved? (rpt)
The fields of this harvest have all been mown,
The seeds of our destiny all been sown.
What remains of my beloved, the one I loved? (rpt)
The waters of ocean are barren as bone,
The fortunes of men have sunk like a stone.
What remains of my beloved, the one I loved? (rpt)
Making a world that we cannot condone,
Leaving a world that our children atone.
What remains of my beloved, the one I loved? (rpt)
And now that the darkness around us has grown,
The path we would follow cannot be known.
What remains of my beloved, the one I loved? (rpt)
What remains?
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12. |
WTF
02:13
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13. |
Unlooked 4
05:24
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14. |
"Chartres"
02:12
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Chartres
From the river Eure outside Chartres,
A view of the cathedral:
Against the twilight blue sky,
A deep cloud sets in sharp relief
The electrically illuminated spires;
Eleven chimes sound across distance
To reach the river lined with poplar trees
And blend with the noise of frogs and crickets;
A swift flew near my face.
All of the above.
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15. |
Mes Longs Cheveux
02:20
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16. |
Bee Industries
02:44
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17. |
St. Francis
03:14
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18. |
Hunters Moon
02:59
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19. |
Tempest Waltz
02:44
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20. |
Ives Jive
02:11
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21. |
Heather Lane
01:39
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22. |
Fortune, My Friend
02:23
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23. |
"Where the Fish Are"
05:10
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Where the Fish Are
Sitting pretty in the catbird seat,
Whiling a while, stitching time,
Stuck on this side of the mirror here,
Now I'm wishing, wishing for a rhyme.
But the weather preys on my mind,
Confirming the auguries, the auguries of birds,
I can hear my bones make knick-knack, knick-knack,
And the entrails are singing in thirds.
Still, I'm fishing where the fish are:
Green River, Blue River, Red River, Yellow River,
Black River, White River, Gold River, Silver River,
And the clear, Clear River.
Purple mountains, purple majesties,
Angel skies and a devil's food heart,
Born again as a moth to the flame,
The Milky Way dressed up like a tart.
Sitting pretty in the catbird seat,
Whiling a while, stitching time,
Stuck on this side of the mirror here,
Now I'm wishing, wishing for a rhyme.
Still, I'm fishing where the fish are:
Green River, Blue River, Red River, Yellow River,
Black River, White River, Gold River, Silver River,
And the clear, Clear River.
We'll have ourselves a time,
We'll have ourselves a time.
We will.
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Steve Jobe Providence, Rhode Island
Born in 1955 in Mt. Vernon Ohio, the same hometown as Daniel Decatur Emmett, the composer of the song, “Dixie.” I settled
into RI for good in 1984 and began composing soon after. I have a respectable body of work: two operas, a couple of concertos both commissioned, a cantata that was commissioned, a string quartet that won an award in 2006.
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