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to scratch an angel
selected Original texts, quotes, descriptions
ABER NICHT (German: but not)
BROKEN
HOME
SOME NEVER DO
THE TURTLE
THE FLOWER
THE TOUCH
THE SHAVE
THE REST
SAND
ARM PATROL
ORTS-UND ZEITGEBUNDEN (German: tied to the place and time)
THE DAY
BURNING COAL
THE JEW,ETC.
SE QUESTO Ž UN UOMO (Italian: If This Be A Man)
ABER NICHT (German: but not)
For orchestra
return to topThis man... this man is mad. There has been for a long time
no doubt of it, and it is most regrettable that in our circle
the profession of alienist is not represented.
- Thomas Mann, Dr. Faustus
Orchestra leads to MUSIC; Choir joins for last two lines
return to topMan
is a bird full of mud,
I say aloud.
- Anne Sexton, After AuschwitzTHERE IS A SQUARE IN BLACK AND WHITE
WHERE SHOTS RING OUT THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT
PLEASE HELP ME
PLEASE COME
TO STOP THE VIOLENCE OF OUR TONGUE
IN A BURNING FOREST HIDES A PINE
SO NO-ONE WILL FORGET YOUR CRIME
PLEASE HELP ME
PLEASE COME
TO JOIN IN WRITING OF THAT TIME
A TRAIN IS FLYING OFF THE TRACK
ALL NUMBERS CARVED INTO MY BACK
PLEASE COME
AND MOVE MY KNIGHT FROM WHERE IT LIESIN A LAND WHERE RULES ARE BROKEN
WEARING ROBES ALL TORN
MESSENGER
HOME IS WHERE WINGS ARE HUNG TO DRYreturn to top
HOME IS WHERE LOVED ONES NEVER CRY
HOME IS LIVING, HOME IS LIGHT
FINGERS GLOWING ALONE AT NIGHTHOME IS NEVER A PLACE YOU CHOOSE
HOME IS OFTEN A THING WE LOOSE
HOME IS MAYBE, HOME IS WET
ALL OUR TROUBLES BEGIN IN BEDHOME IS THROATS THAT ARE NEVER SORE.
HOME IS FREEDOM DESIRING MORE
HOME, IT HIDES ME, ALL IN VAIN.
WHY DO HUMANS INSIST ON PAIN?HOME IS MIRRORS THAT NEVER CRACK
HOME, WE'VE LEFT YOU AND NOW WE'RE BACK
HOME, I GOT'CHA, HOME, YOU'RE IT!
PLEASE COME CLOSER; NOW RETREAT.HOME IS COMFORT, OR WAS IT LICE?
HOME IS TRUTH OVER MANY LIES
HOME IS BEAUTY, HOME IS HELL.
I MOVE LIGHTLY WITHIN MY SHELLFLY, FLY HOME.
FLY, FLY SOUL.
MELENCOLIA, CHORUS.
The instrumental sections are inspired by "Ha'Tikva" (The Hope), Israel's national anthem which in itself quotes liberally from Frederick Smetana's "The Moldava"
A SIGN RED, A SEAL SAIDreturn to top
BANG THE DEAD SLOWLYDEFEND ME, MY MEMORY
IT ALL IS TRUEA THIN SAND, A HAND WRONG
BANG THE DEAD SLOWLYI CAME FIRST, I GO LAST
SOME NEVER DOOR MIPINOT CHEDER, TEVA SHAKUF
MAVET YASIG OTTI, MAVET KATUV
Hebrew: Light from room corners, transparent nature.
Death will take over me, written deathA SIGN IS, A SEAL IS
BANG THE DEAD SLOWLYTO OCCUPY, TO NOT RELEASE
DON'T LOOSE CONTROLBUT ONLY, BUT EVERY
BANG THE DEAD SLOWLYI CAME FIRST, I GO LAST
SOME NEVER DO
CHORUS
ONCE I SAW A TURTLE WALKING IN THE SUN.return to top
IT WAS WALKING SLOWLY; IT WAS HAVING FUN.
TURTLE NEVER HURRY.
TURTLE ALWAYS SMILE.
HOW I LIKE A TURTLE: TIME IS ON ITS SIDE.TURTLE, WITH YOUR HOUSE JUST SITTING ON YOUR BACK,
YOU ARE NEVER HOMELESS; YOU ARE NEVER SAD.
TURTLE NEVER WORRY.
TURTLE ALWAYS SMILE.
HOW I LOVE A TURTLE: TIME IS ON ITS SIDE.EATING GRASS. SO QUIET, NEVER HURTS A SOUL.
ALL IT WANTS TO DO IS BE LEFT ALONE.
TURTLE NEVER HURRY.
TURTLE ALWAYS SMILE.
HOW I LOVE A TURTLE: TIME IS ON ITS SIDE.ONCE I SAW A TURTLE WALKING IN THE SUN.
IT WAS WALKING SLOWLY; IT WAS HAVING FUN.
ME
FLOWER RED, ON MY HEAD.return to top
IT'S HARD TO HIT IT; NOT AN APPLE, NOT A PEAR.FLOWER SMALL, FLOWER PALE;
YOU TRY TO PLUCK IT BUT IT CRUMBLES IN YOUR HAIR.GUARD IT, HIDE IT THERE.
HOLD BACK MY DESPAIR.SUN OF STEEL, MOON OF FRIGHT
AND NO-ONE SEES THE FLOWER TREMBLING IN THE DARKLEAVES OF WIND, AIR OF GAS;
THE STEAM GROWS THICKER AS MY TRAIN ROLLS ON ITS TRACKS.GUARD IT, HIDE IT THERE.
HOLD BACK ALL DESPAIR.FLOWER RED, ON MY HEAD...
ME, MESSENGER
TOUCH MY WALLreturn to top
TOUCH MY SCARS
NOBODY CARES
NOBODY DARESLIE WITH ME
OPEN SEA
NOBODY PLANS
NOBODY'S LANDSOFT IS MY FRUIT
RIPE IS MY LIFE
NOBODY CARES
NOBODY DARES.
ME
I COME WITH WHISKERS RATHER SHORTreturn to top
I HATE TO SHAVE, OH, HELP ME GROW
I KNOW YOUR TIME IS IN MUCH DEMAND
I ONLY ASK YOU TO BE MY FRIEND, WITHWORLDS COLLIDING, CULTURES LOSTI COME WITH QUESTIONS, ANSWER NOT
HAVE NO CONTROL, FIND NO GOD
BE MY SAVIOUR, TRY IT ON
OH, BE MY SAVIOUR.
I COME TO HOLD YOU IN MY DARK
THE SHEETS ARE DIRTY, I CARE NOT
MY LAUNDRY'S RICH AND FULL OF STUFF, SOBE MY SAVIOUR, TRY IT ONTHE CREAM IS BURNING FROM OUTSIDE
WEAR THE CROWN, WEAR THE CROWN
BE MY HERO, ONE AND ALL
BE MY SAVIOUR, SHAVE ME CLOSE.
THE BLADE IS BRIGHT AND SMOOTH AND NICE
WITH DRUGS AVAILABLE FOR FREE
I'M SOMEWHAT WORRIED, WOULDN'T YOUBE MY SAVIOUR, TRY IT ONI KNOCK AND WAIT AND WATCH TV
BE MY SAVIOUR, WEAR THE CROWN
BE MY HERO, ONE AND ALL
OH, BE MY SAVIOUR
PLAY WITH YOUR CHILD IN SEARCH OF ME
LIFE IS FLEEING, SLEEP NO MORE
I'M ALWAYS TIRED, SO ALONE WITHWORLDS COLLIDING, CULTURES LOSTI COME WITH WHISKERS RATHER SHORT
HAVE NO CONTROL, FIND NO GOD
BE MY SAVIOUR
OH, BE MY SAVIOURBE MY SAVIOUR, WEAR THE CROWN
BE MY SAVIOUR, TRY IT ON
BE MY HERO, ONE AND ALL
BE MY SAVIOUR
I HATE TO SHAVE, OH, HELP ME GROW
I KNOW YOUR TIME IS IN MUCH DEMAND
I ONLY ASK YOU TOSHAVE ME
SHAVE ME
SHAVE ME
MESSENGER
WHEELS TURNreturn to top
CLATTER, NOISE
STEEL TRACKS
GETTING WARMTURN AND RUN TO THE EAST
HIDE, BUT PRAY TO THE BEASTALL MY HEARTS
ARE ALIVE
ALL MY HOPE
DEEP INSIDEHATS IN FRONT,
KNIVES BEHIND
WEST IS LOSTWHITE AND BLACK TURNS THE EARTH
I HOPE TO KNOW AND
FEEL SAFE
ONE DAY
ME
BLOODreturn to top
PLAYS A GAME OF HIDE AND SEEK
WITH YOUR VEINS AND WITH YOUR NEEDS
IF IT GOES - YOU LOOSE, STAY - YOU WIN
GOES - YOU DIE, STAYS - YOU LIVEBLOOD PLAYS A GAME
SAND
SIFTING THROUGH MY HANDS LIKE RICE
FOLLOW MY COMMANDS AND SEE
IF YOU DO - YOU WIN, DON'T - YOU LOOSE
GO - YOU DIE, STAY - YOU LIVESAND PLAYS A GAME
MUD
MIXES UP THE SAND AND BLOOD
DRIPPING ON THE WALL ABOVE
IF IT FLOWS - YOU LOOSE, STAYS - YOU WIN
GOES - YOU DIE, STAYS - YOU LIVEMUD PLAYS A GAME
MESSENGER, CHORUS
AS I LAND ON YOUR BED NOWreturn to top
HOLD YOUR HEAD IN MY HAND
THERE'S A BREATH IN YOUR LUNGS STILL
THERE IS TIME FOR REGRETI DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE NOW
BUT THAT'S WHY I'VE BEEN SENT
FROM THE PLACE SOME CALL HEAVEN
THE DOMAIN OF THE RESTYOU ARE VERY AFRAID NOW
YOU ARE WEEPING ALONE
AS I FLY OUT THE BACK WAY
AS I GO ON PATROLRAIN IS FALLING OUTSIDE NOW
RAIN IS LEAKING INSIDE
THROUGH THE WALLS OF THIS CABIN
THROUGH THE EVILS-IN-KINDTHERE'S A NUMBER BEHIND YOU
THERE'S A NUMBER IN FRONT
LET'S EXAMINE YOUR ARMS, NOW
CONNECT ALL YOUR MARKSPAIN IS FALLING OUTSIDE NOW
PAIN IS LEAKING INSIDE
THROUGH THE WALLS OF THIS COFFIN
THROUGH THE BRIDGES OF SIGHSAS I LAND ON YOUR BED NOW
HOLD YOUR HEAD IN MY HAND
THERE'S STILL BREAD IN YOUR POCKET
THERE'S NO TIME FOR REGRET
For orchestra
return to topI did not realize - I realized this only much later - that the Lager's German was a language apart: to say it precisely in German, it was Orts- und zeitgebunden, "tied to the place and time." It was a variant, particularly barbarized, of what a German Jewish philologist, Klemperer, had called Lingua Tertii Imperii, the language of the Third Reich, actually proposing for it the acronym LTI with an ironic analogy to the hundred other acronyms (NSDAP, SS, SA, SD, KZ, RKPA, WVHA, RSHA, BDM, etc.) dear to the Germany of that time.
- Primo Levi, The Drowned And The Saved
MESSENGER
IF YOU RUN INSIDE A WHITE CHURCHreturn to top
IF YOU HIDE OUTSIDE
GOD IS NEVER LISTENING,
GOD IS NEITHER GOOD NOR BAD.IF YOU PRAY OUT SCREAMING
IF YOU WHISPER IN MY EAR
I COULD ONLY TELL YOU
WE WILL BOTH DISAPPEAR ONE DAYEVERY SUNDAY,IF YOUR LOVE IS MOMENT
EVERY SUNDAY ALL I WANT TO DO
IS RING THOSE WHITE BELLS,
RING THOSE BELLS THAT BRING ME CLOSE TO YOU
IF YOUR LOVE IS MANY YEARS
GOD IS ONLY INTERESTED
IN BEAUTY TURNED TO TEARSIF YOU PRAY OUT SCREAMING
IF YOU WHISPER IN AN EAR
ALL YOU'LL GET ARE PROMISES
OF DYING WITHOUT FEAR ONE DAYEVERY SUNDAY,
EVERY SUNDAY ALL I WANT TO DO
IS RING THOSE WHITE BELLS,
RING THOSE BELLS THAT BRING ME CLOSE TO YOU
MUSIC, MELENCOLIA, CHORUS
return to topI WILL NOT ADAPT TO ANYTHINGI sang to the moon the toad's liquid song,
my constant hunger riddled wood.
- Primo Levi, Autobiography, Collected Poems
THE ONES WHO ADAPT TO EVERYTHING
ARE THOSE WHO SURVIVEMOST DO NOT ADAPT TO EVERYTHING
UNABLE TO ADJUST TO TRIVIAL THINGS
AND DIE LIKE
A PAIR OF SHOESA CHEMIST IS TRAINED TO INTERPRET THINGS
A SUBSTANCE CAN SAY THE TIME IS HERE
I LEAVE YOU
NO HOPEA COUNTRY CAN BE MARKED BY CERTAIN SMELLS
A LAND CAN OFTEN TELL OF SECRET THINGS
TOASTED BARLEY
BURNING COALWE WILL NOT ADAPT TO ANYTHING
THE ONES WHO ADAPT TO EVERY THING
ARE THOSE WHO SURVIVEMOST DO NOT ADAPT TO EVERYTHING
ME
Ireturn to top
AM
WHO
YOU
THINK
I
AMTIME DOESN'T BRING
ANY BELIEF
ANY RELIEFREPEAT, REPEAT
WORDS
DUST
WINDOW
FROST
AGAIN,
AGAIN, AGAIN
CHORUS; These are the only non-original texts; The title I chose here was the original of Primo Levi's first book, later translated as "Survival In Auschwitz"; It reminds me, and perhaps reminded Levi, of Nietzsche's "Ecce Homo"; Nietzsche visited Levi's hometown of Turin often and that city is where he collapsed into total madness.
[CREASE, CEASE,] DOUBT THOU THE STARS ARE FIRE;return to top
[CREASE, CEASE,] DOUBT THAT THE SUN DOTH MOVE
[CREASE, CEASE,] DOUBT TRUTH TO BE A LIAR;
[CREASE, CEASE,] BUT NEVER DOUBT I LOVE. 1NEL MEZZO DEL CAMMIN DI NOSTRA VITA
MI RITROVAI PER UNA SELVA OSCURA
CHE LA DIRITTA VIA ERA SMARRITA. 2GRAU, TEURER FREUND, IST ALLE THEORIE
UND GRºN DES LEBENS GOLDNER BAUM. 3VERDE QUE TE QUIERO VERDE,
VERDE VIENTO. VERDE RAMAS. 4TACITAE PER AMICA SILENTIA LUNAE 5
VERBUM CARO FACTUM EST. 6ON L'ENTERRA... AUX VITRINES °CLAIR°ES,
SES LIVRES DISPOS°S TROIS PAR TROIS VEILLAIENT
COMMES DES ANGES AUX AILES °PLOY°ES...
LES VRAI PARADIS
SONT LES PARADIS QU'ON A PERDUS. 7KI A-FAR A-TA
V°-EL AFAR TA-SHUV 8
E QUINDI USCIMMO A RIVEDER LE STELLE. 9
1 | William Shakespeare, Hamlet II.ii.115 | back
2 | In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.- Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy, Inferno I. 1-3 | back
3 | All theory, dear friend, is gray but the golden tree of actual life springs ever green - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Studierzimmer | back
4 | Green I love you green... Green wind. Green branches - Federico Garcia Lorca, Romance Son½mbulo | back
5 | Through the amicable silence of the soundless moonlight - Virgil, Aeneid ii. 255 | back
6 | the word was made flesh - The Mass in Latin, See 71:27 | back
7 | They buried him... in the lighted windows, his books arranged three by three kept watch like angels with outspread wings... The true paradises are paradises we have lost - Marcel Proust, La PrisonniÚre I, 1 | back
8 | For dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return - The Old Testament, Genesis 3:19 | back
9 | and thence we came forth to see again the stars - Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy, Inferno XXXIV. 139
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