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Listen to Corigliano: Of Rage and Remembrance - Symphony No. 1 by Leonard Slatkin & National Symphony Orchestra, Kennedy Center
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Leonard Slatkin
Leonard Slatkin
Dirigent:in
Michelle DeYoung
Michelle DeYoung
Mezzosopran
National Symphony Orchestra, Kennedy Center
National Symphony Orchestra, Kennedy Center
Orchester
Michael Accinno
Michael Accinno
Sopran
Robert P. Baker
Robert P. Baker
Tenor
Michael Forest
Michael Forest
Tenor
James Shaffran
James Shaffran
Bariton
Jason Stearns
Jason Stearns
Bariton
The Choral Arts Society of Washington
The Choral Arts Society of Washington
Chor
Oratorio Society of Washington
Oratorio Society of Washington
Chor
Norman Scribner
Norman Scribner
Chorleiter:in
Robert Shafer
Robert Shafer
Chorleiter:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
John Corigliano
John Corigliano
Komponist:in
William M. Hoffman
William M. Hoffman
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Joanna Nickrenz
Joanna Nickrenz
Produzent:in
Lawrence Rock
Lawrence Rock
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Carol Weinberg
Carol Weinberg
Fotografie
Julian K. Kreeger
Julian K. Kreeger
Fotografie
Tom Alleman
Tom Alleman
Fotografie

Lyrics

This is the season of stone:
Dead leaves on a garden wall,
Dried berries in bone-cold air,
A brittle moon,
An ashen sun.
Bear it,
Bear it, you tell me.
This is the season of stone.
Was there a time before the sorrow –
Days of double darkness,
Nights of blinding light?
Is there life outside the terror –
Waking from an airless dream
To the silence of an empty room?
This is the season of stone,
You tell me,
When dead leaves lace the garden wall,
And berries dry in the bone-cold air.
And the brittle moon rules
The ashen sun.
Bear it,
Bear it, you tell me.
This is the season of stone.
But remember the crack of the ice-locked lake,
And the fog on the hyacinth roads.
Remember the breeze through the fields at dawn,
Cascading the trees and our youth-dark hair.
I remember, I remember.
Remember.
Giulio Sorrentino, cellist,
You were the radiance of my youth.
Freddy. Fortunato Arico,
Giulio's teacher,
goodbye.
Paul Jacobs, brilliant pianist and dry wit,
Farewell.
J. J. Mitchell, muse of poets and painters,
60
Adieu.
Jacques Chwat, a cabalist and agnostic,
You walked among the living,
Guided by the dead.
Maya zhizn, maya maledost,
Prashchai, prashchai.1
Mark Pearson and Jim Moses: friends, lovers, died in '88.
Shalom.
Robert Jacobson:
A tall, kind man with a dazzling smile
Opera was his passion.
Adios.
Nikos Kafkalis: I'll never forget you!
Goodbye. Farewell.
Anthony Holland: man of the theatre,
Oh, Tony, I miss you so!
Lebewohl.
Farewell.
Adios.
Goodbye.
This is the season of stone.
Bear it, bear it, you tell me:
But remember the crack of the ice-locked lake,
And the fog on the hyacinth roads.
Remember the breeze through the fields at dawn,
Cascading the trees and our youth-dark hair.
I remember the scent of mint and thyme,
I remember the heat,
I remember the wine.
I remember the joy.
Remember.
Though I live to be a thousand years,
I'll never forget you.
Gahm kee-aylaykh b'gay tzahlmohvess
Loh-eeraw raw kee-ahtaw eemodee
Written by: John Corigliano, William M. Hoffman

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