Movimiento 7 – Song of Sea Exile


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An evening pause: I really have no idea who is performing this, as the Vimeo link provided no information. Web searches also came up dry. I couldn’t even find the lyrics.

Nonetheless, it is beautiful, and worth more than one listen.

UPDATE: I have finally located a description of this work of art. It is called The Wound in the Water,
music by Kim André Arneson (2016); libretto by Euan Tait (August 2015). This is from part 2, “The cry of the exile” and is called “Song of the Sea Exile.” The lyrics:

I, the exile,
my heart burning,
my lost life
a terrible fire,
songs of loved ones
crying all around me.
Oh endless,
endless home, the sea.
Oh my missing,
I am listening,
yet your silence
cannot answer me.
There, we left
our singing unfinished,
and our lives now
fall into the endless sea.
This the broken
gift of love:
the exile calls,
remembered names.
What you were
scorched on me,
your wounded names
sung to the endless sea.
Waves like voices
roar around you:
we’re not silenced,
but cry out like the
sea.
Your anger,fiery, living
is like love
that bleeds
like the endless sea.
Oh our exile,
torn by love,
singing words
you can no longer sing,
where’s the shores,
the harbour, the horizon,
wanderer,
calling to the endless sea
calling to the endless sea?

Hat tip Edward Thelen.

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3 comments

  • Pat

    Thanks for These lovely interludes from the controversy.SLS makes me apoplectic, but your inclusion of these lovely videos is calming. Glad to be a contibutor (in my own small away) to what. You do. Keep up the good work. May God bless you , Mr. Zimmerman,

  • Pat: Thank you for the kind words, and your contribution, whatever it may be. All are gratefully received.

  • Bruce Brege

    The soprano is Andrea Jimenez.

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