I’ve been making some headway on my Love Songs Project again and have two new tracks for your listening pleasure.
The first is Summer, from poetry by Anne Cammon Fiero. This is the song that started the whole project. It features performances by Shabana Tajwar (soprano) and Vladimir Katz (piano).
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
In a hot country (Anne Cammon Fiero)
A languid afternoon
that feels like summer.
I turn on the fan and stretch
across the bed. Listening
to its subtle crooked whir,
I wonder if fans
from their hinges.
Through the thin rectangular screen,
I watch the same tree
Though as always with spring in a hot country
it seems the leaves have burst like flames
that appeared as though dead.
My Husband is the other new song. This one is from poetry by Iris Berman. I composed this in collaboration with Eleanor Dubinsky, a great singer/songwriter who also performs on this track. She and I have begun working on another track for this project, plus are collaborating on several other songs. Stay tuned for more on that.
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still,
The better angel is a man right fair:
The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.
To win me soon to hell my female evil,
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil:
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell,
But being both from me both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another’s hell.
Yet this shall I ne’er know but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
I Wish (Iris Berman)
I wish my husband would cry in front of me
Instead he puts on a stoic face
He is the rock, protector of his property,
The one to save our family
From major and minor disgrace
He is my Man Of The Hour, Man Of The Day
I just wish he would share his pain
He does let it out at work, in the office,
Where he never misses a day
That’s what his co-workers say
He tells them how he worries about my ill health
How he’s afraid the two of us will never be the same
But once at home, he puts on a smiley face
Then a kiss on the cheek, a quick embrace.