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{{Instruments|A cappella}} | {{Instruments|A cappella}} | ||
'''Description:''' For John and the Renaissance Street Singers | '''Description:''' For John and the Renaissance Street Singers | ||
==Original text== | |||
{{Text|English| | |||
Tinkering, tinkering, | |||
==Original text | hoping, trusting, | ||
{{ | You assemble your machine: | ||
Burnished steel, mosaic tiles, | |||
Rusty hinges, plastic, | |||
Bolts and tape and rubber bands, | |||
Panes of stained glass, | |||
Paste and wax... | |||
Parts accrue, parts disappear; | |||
Patiently you labor. | |||
Unafraid, accepting, | |||
Daring public ridicule, | |||
You take the thing out on the street and run it! | |||
Ahhh! | |||
Glowing, charged, magnetic, | |||
It draws astonished strangers | |||
To its field. | |||
They don't perceive | |||
The mismatched parts, | |||
The tentative cohesiveness | |||
Of spit and baling wire. | |||
They don't know that they are witnessing | |||
A miracle. | |||
A dream come true, a wonder, | |||
Impossible, ephemeral, | |||
A bloom of sound, | |||
a thornless rose, | |||
''Ave rosa, sine spinis, ave!'' | |||
Your glorious machine.}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Modern music]] | [[Category:Modern music]] |
Revision as of 20:52, 4 January 2020
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- Editor: John Hetland (submitted 2020-01-04). Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 549 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Magic
Composer: Barbara Rosen
Lyricist: Barbara Rosen
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Description: For John and the Renaissance Street Singers
Original text
English text
Tinkering, tinkering,
hoping, trusting,
You assemble your machine:
Burnished steel, mosaic tiles,
Rusty hinges, plastic,
Bolts and tape and rubber bands,
Panes of stained glass,
Paste and wax...
Parts accrue, parts disappear;
Patiently you labor.
Unafraid, accepting,
Daring public ridicule,
You take the thing out on the street and run it!
Ahhh!
Glowing, charged, magnetic,
It draws astonished strangers
To its field.
They don't perceive
The mismatched parts,
The tentative cohesiveness
Of spit and baling wire.
They don't know that they are witnessing
A miracle.
A dream come true, a wonder,
Impossible, ephemeral,
A bloom of sound,
a thornless rose,
Ave rosa, sine spinis, ave!
Your glorious machine.