Patchwork Passé

by David Warin Solomons

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Patchwork Passé is a selection of some of the music that I have composed, performed and improvised over the last 42 years (from 1975 to 2017).

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released January 25, 2017

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David Warin Solomons Sale, UK

Composer from UK born in 1953, concentrating on lyrical and tonal works for chamber music combinations, solo voice and choral works.

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Track Name: It's time to leave the beach (solo voice and guitar)
"It's time to leave the beach
For the sun has sunk out of reach
Beyond the horizon ...
And the tide is coming in
and the dusk is wearing thin
and soon the stars will all be seen.
The people all have gone
and on the beach we're alone
you and I together...
And the sky is no more blue
And I can just see you
As darkness creeps between us two.
Today we walked hand in hand
Watching the children play in the sand
The sun was hot but now it's gone
And we must be going home ..."
Track Name: It's time to leave the beach (duo with guitar)
"It's time to leave the beach
For the sun has sunk out of reach
Beyond the horizon ...
And the tide is coming in
and the dusk is wearing thin
and soon the stars will all be seen.
The people all have gone
and on the beach we're alone
you and I together...
And the sky is no more blue
And I can just see you
As darkness creeps between us two.
Today we walked hand in hand
Watching the children play in the sand
The sun was hot but now it's gone
And we must be going home ..."
Track Name: Colloque Sentimental (for three altos)
In the age-old park, treading the icy grass
Two lone forms ere a while went past.

Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and moist,
Almost inaudible their voice.

In the cold lonely park, pacing the grass,
Twin lonely spectres have evoked the past.

"Dost thou recall our ecstasy of old?"
"Why would you think I should recall?"

"And at my name does thy heart pulse and grow?
And in thy dreams seest thou my soul?" "No!"

"Those lovely days of unheard bliss and free ...
We fused our lips as one!" "Ah, that might be."

"How blue the heavens and our hope how high!"
"Hope has fled vanquished to the sombre sky."

And so they wandered in the unkempt grass,
And night alone heard all the words that passed.
(c) S N Solomons