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P. Kellach Waddle

SONG CYCLE: Neither Have Been Found; Elegies of Lost Youth and Lost Love-- Second 3 songs of 9  Play

Emily Breedlove Soprano
Nikki Birdsong Piano

Recorded on 10/06/2013, uploaded on 03/26/2015

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CYCLE written 1985-94 --  Video  of premiere   ---

Texts of  SECOND THREE SONGS of 9  in  Cycle : All Texts By The Composer : 

4. The Murders of April 

There comes a time in the nadir of winter,

When a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts

of springtime’s passion

But it me it’s full of dread

Because every love I’ve given life to

Ends up irretrievably dead

So please, don't let springtime’s emotions start

because you see

All the Murders of April

Have occurred in my heart!

For every April Love I have ever begin to feel

Ends Up being so painfully unreal

For every evil girl

Takes my heart as her hostage, so please,

Please don't let the murders of April start,

The slayings of my heart!

Please don't let them start

The slayings of my heart!

 

5, 7. Diamonds of the Morning

Youth is as fleeting

As the diamonds of the morning

That give way to harshest light

That’s why we stand here, attempting to capture the night.

Romantic drivel, and regrets

We espouse.

Everyone who stares at the darkness of then,

looking for now.

Foolish Idealists, who stand here while

everyone else keeps living

Ignoring that if you had listened sooner,

you wouldn’t be here at all.

Asking too many questions

Like...

Why am I holding no flowers? Why thorns are all I’ve got?

Why do people always have to pay for feeling... and never for not?

Romantic drivel, we’ll keep touting. And keep asking the Dusky Diamonds of the Morning.

Ignoring that

They don't know

 

 6.  The Train

The tarnished silver of my youth, is forever tainted

And I wonder still, how it got that way

I had thought the glow was everlasting

I had hoped the gray was only passing

But now I fear, that my youth is gone forever

As the lights from the train I once saw casting

And now the train

has left the station

with my childhood upon it

And as death stares at me from his compartment

As now I see that from the salt of my tears that his window

has begin to crack

As that final train

goes down the track.