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The Moon Songs
By M Ryan Taylor on Feb 5, 2008 | In Song Cycles | Send feedback »
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- The Moon Songs - High Voice.pdf
- The Moon Songs - Medium Low Voice.pdf
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The Moon Songs
High Voice & Medium Low Editions
About "The Moon Songs"
Whimsical, macabre, deeply spiritual: the poetry of Vachel Lindsay has long attracted me for it’s wild variety, lyric sensability and deep emotional impact. Although made famous by such poems as "The Congo" and "General William Booth Marches into Heaven" (the title poems for the anthologies from which "The Moon Songs" were selected), I have been attracted mainly to his more concise poems "in which the moon is the principle figure of speech." These poems explore human perspective, Linday’s hypothesis being that "the moon is a mirror" in which we find what we bring. Lindsay wrote many of these moon poems and it was difficult to choose between so many fine poems. In the end, I based my selection on variety, dramatic contrast and a progression towards my own view of the moon, one that is spiritual.
"The Moon Songs" were written in 1999 at the request of my friend, Heather Chipman (before she married and became Heather Morrey). They have since been revised and updated. Originally the seventh song was scored for six soloists, this updated version replaced that piece of chamber music with a version in solo form.
Recordings:
The Moon Songs (incomplete, 5 of 7) performed by soprano Heather Chipman (now Morrey) and pianist Dwight Bigler. Recorded live at a Brigham Young University recital.
- What Grandpa told the Children.mp3
- What the Hyena Said.mp3
- What the Little Girl Said.mp3
- What the Miner in the Desert Said.mp3
- What the Rattlesnake Said (not available)
- The Strength of the Lonely.mp3
- What the Man of Faith Said (not available)
The Texts:
Selections from General William Booth Marches into Heaven and The Congo by American poet, Vachel Lindsay.
- What Grandpa Told the Children
The moon? It is a griffin’s egg,
Hatching to-morrow night.
And how the little boys will watch
With shouting and delight
To see him break the shell and stretch
And creep across the sky.
The boys will laugh.
The little girls, I fear, may hide and cry.
Yet gentle will the griffin be,
Most decorous and fat,
And walk up to the Milky Way
And lap it like a cat. - What the Hyena Said
The moon is but a golden skull,
She mounts the heavens now,
And Moon-Worms, mighty Moon-Worms
Are wreathed around her brow.
The Moon-Worms are a doughty race:
They eat her gray and golden face.
Her eye-sockets dead, and molding head:
These caverns are their dwelling-place.
The Moon-Worms, serpents of the skies,
From the great hollows of her eyes
Behold all souls, and they are wise:
With tiny, keen and icy eyes,
Behold how each man sins and dies.
When Earth in gold-corruption lies
Long dead, the moon-worm butterflies
On cyclone wings will reach this place -
Yea, rear their brood on earth’s dead face. - The Moon’s the North Wind’s cooky
The Moon’s the North Wind’s cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there’s but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy
North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again! - What the Miner in the Desert Said
The moon’s a brass-hooped water-keg,
A wondrous water-feast.
If I could climb the ridge and drink
And give drink to my beast;
If I could drain that keg, the flies
Would not be biting so,
My burning feet be spry again,
My mule no longer slow.
And I could rise and dig for ore,
And reach my fatherland,
And not be food for ants and hawks
And perish in the sand. - What the Rattlesnake Said
The moon’s a little prairie-dog.
He shivers through the night.
He sits upon his hill and cries
For fear that I will bite.
The sun’s a broncho. He’s afraid
Like every other thing,
And trembles, morning, noon and night,
Lest I should spring, and sting. - The Strength of the Lonely
The moon’s a monk, unmated,
Who walks his cell, the sky.
His strength is that of heaven-vowed men
Who all life’s flames defy.
They turn to stars or shadows,
They go like snow or dew –
Leaving behind no sorrow –
Only the arching blue. - What the Man of Faith Said
The dew, the rain and moonlight
All prove our Father’s mind.
The dew, the rain and moonlight
Descend to bless mankind.
Come, let us see that all men
Have land to catch the rain,
Have grass to snare the spheres of dew,
And fields spread for the grain.
Yea, we would give to each poor man
Ripe wheat and poppies red, –
A peaceful place at evening
With the stars just overhead:
A net to snare the moonlight,
A sod spread to the sun,
A place of toil by daytime,
Of dreams when toil is done.
The Moon : Oil Painting by M Ryan Taylor
Lions, Spiders & Flies
By M Ryan Taylor on Feb 1, 2008 | In Song Sets | Send feedback »
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About "Lions, Spiders & Flies" for Medium Voice
This setting for medium voice of two poems by Vachel Lindsay would make a humorous addition to any concert, but is especially apt for a Halloween event.
The first song describes how the strife of a pride of lions is put to peace when an explorer unwittingly becomes dinner. The second song is written from the perspective of the fly who loved, unfortunately, the spider.
The set was originally written in 1998, entitled "Two Songs to Frighten Young Children." This updated version was produced in 2005 for a recital in Arizona.
Recordings:
Lions, Spiders & Flies (second edition, revised 2005) from a live recital at Arizona State University, Ryan Garrison is the baritone and Christi Leman is the pianist
- The Lion : 2005LionsSpidersandFlies-1TheLion.mp3
- The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly :
2005LionsSpidersandFlies-2TheSpiderandtheGhostoftheFly.mp3
Lions, Spiders & Flies (first edition) performed by M. Ryan Taylor at a live recital at Brigham Young University
- The Lion : TheLion-MRyanTaylor.mp3
- The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly :
TheSpiderandtheGhostoftheFly-MRyanTaylor.mp3
Send me a recording of your performance and I’ll be glad to post it here with a link to your site.
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