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              Jessica Lee
collaborative piano
assisted by:
Susan Adams, soprano
Charlie Rasmussen, cello
Graduate Recital
Saturday, November 10, 2012
5:30 pm
Recital Hall, Music Building
Program
from Four Songs for Soprano, Cell, and Piano André Previn
Mercy (b. 1929)
Stones
Shelter
Sonata No.5, Op.102, No.2 (1815) Ludwig Von Beethoven
Allegro con brio (1770-1827)
Adagio con molto sentimento d’affetto-attaca
Allegro-Allegro fugato
Songs and Dances of Death (1875-1877) Modest Mussorgsky
Lullaby (1839-1881)
Serenade trans. Sergey Rybin
Trepak
Commander
Jessica Lee is a student of Dr. James Douglass
________
In partial fulfillment of the degree requirements for the
Master of Music in Performance
André Previn:
Four Songs
Text by Toni Morrison (b. 1931)
Mercy
I could watch
heads
turn from the traveler’s look
the camera’s probe
bear the purity of their
shame
hear mute desolations in syllables
ancient as
death.
I could do these things
if
only if only
I knew that when milk
spills
and hearts stop
underheel
some small thing gone
chill
is right
to warm toward a touch because
mercy
lies in wait
like a shore
Mercy
mercy
like a shore.
Stones
I don’t need no man
telling me I ain’t one.
My trigger finger strong
as his on a shot gun.
Buttercake and roses smooth
stones in my bed.
Handmade quilts cover
stones in my bed.
I don’t need no man
telling me I ain’t one.
My backbone ain’t like his
but least I got one.
High-heeled slippers break
stones in my bed.
Games played at night trick
stones in my bed.
Stones in my bed.
Stones.
I don’t need no man
telling me.
Shelter
In this soft place
Under your wings
I will find shelter
From ordinary things.
Here are the mountains
I want to scale
Amazon rivers
I’m dying to sail.
Here the eyes of the forest
I can hold in a stare
And smile the movement
Of Medusa’s green hair
In this soft place
Under your wings
I will find shelter
From ordinary things.
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quieten, Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby." --
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Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby."
Serenade
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I'll free you up.
Stand up, look at yourself: with beauty
Your translucent face is shining,
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Your figure is entwined, like with a cloud.
The blue radiance of your piercing eyes
Is brighter than skies and fire.
Your breath flutters with the midday heat ...
You have seduced me.
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Your voice called for a knight,
The knight has come for the ultimate
reward;
The hour of ecstasy has arrived.
Your body is tender, your trembling is
ravishing...
Oh, I'll suffocate you in my strong
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The Evil One is burying someone;
Hush, it is so!
In the darkness Death is hugging and
caressing an old man,
With the drunkard She is dancing a trepak,
While singing a song into his ear:
"Oh, my little wretched man,
Got drunk, stumbled along the road,
But the witch-blizzard has risen furiously,
And driven you from the glade into the
dense forest.
Tortured with anguish and need,
Lie down, curl up and fall asleep, my dear!
I'll warm you up with snow, my darling,
And stir up a great game around you.
Shake up the bed, you blizzard-swan!
Hey, get going, start chanting, you weather
A fairytale, that could last all night,
So that the drunkard could fall asleep
soundly!
Hey you, forests, skies and clouds,
Gloom, wind and fleeting snow,
Wreathe into a shroud, snowy and fluffy;
With it I'll cover our old man, like a baby...
Sleep, my little friend, happy wretch,
The summer has come and blossomed!
Above the fields the sun is laughing and
sickles roam,
The song hovers around; the doves are
flying about..."
The Commander
The battle is thundering,
the armour is shining,
Copper cannons are roaring,
The troops are running,
the horses are rushing
And red rivers are flowing.
The midday is blazing –
people are fighting,
The sun is declining –
the fight is stronger,
The sunset is fading away –
but the enemies
Are still battling more fierce and hateful.
And night has fallen on the battlefield.
The armies have parted in the darkness...
Everything has fallen quiet, and in the
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The groans have risen to the heavens.
Then, illuminated by moonlight,
On her battle horse,
Shining with the whiteness of her bones,
Appeared Death; and in the silence,
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Roared her fateful voice:
"The battle is finished! I won over everyone!
You all submitted before me, soldiers!
Life has made you quarrel,
I have reconciled you!
Stand up as one for the parade, corpses!
Pass in front of me in a pompous march,
I want to count my troops;
Then deposit your bones into the earth,
It is sweet to rest from life in the ground!
Year after year will pass,
And even the memory of you will
disappear.
I will not forget and loudly above you
Will hold a feast at the midnight hour!
With a heavy dance
I'll trample
The raw earth, so that the realm of the
grave
Your bones will never be able to leave,
So that you'll never rise from the ground!"

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Title	2012-11-10 Lee [recital program]
Date	2012
Creator	University of North Carolina at Greensboro. School of Music, Theatre and Dance
Subject headings	University of North Carolina at Greensboro. School of Music, Theatre and Dance University of North Carolina at Greensboro
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Full Text	Jessica Lee collaborative piano assisted by: Susan Adams, soprano Charlie Rasmussen, cello Graduate Recital Saturday, November 10, 2012 5:30 pm Recital Hall, Music Building Program from Four Songs for Soprano, Cell, and Piano André Previn Mercy (b. 1929) Stones Shelter Sonata No.5, Op.102, No.2 (1815) Ludwig Von Beethoven Allegro con brio (1770-1827) Adagio con molto sentimento d’affetto-attaca Allegro-Allegro fugato Songs and Dances of Death (1875-1877) Modest Mussorgsky Lullaby (1839-1881) Serenade trans. Sergey Rybin Trepak Commander Jessica Lee is a student of Dr. James Douglass ________ In partial fulfillment of the degree requirements for the Master of Music in Performance André Previn: Four Songs Text by Toni Morrison (b. 1931) Mercy I could watch heads turn from the traveler’s look the camera’s probe bear the purity of their shame hear mute desolations in syllables ancient as death. I could do these things if only if only I knew that when milk spills and hearts stop underheel some small thing gone chill is right to warm toward a touch because mercy lies in wait like a shore Mercy mercy like a shore. Stones I don’t need no man telling me I ain’t one. My trigger finger strong as his on a shot gun. Buttercake and roses smooth stones in my bed. Handmade quilts cover stones in my bed. I don’t need no man telling me I ain’t one. My backbone ain’t like his but least I got one. High-heeled slippers break stones in my bed. Games played at night trick stones in my bed. Stones in my bed. Stones. I don’t need no man telling me. Shelter In this soft place Under your wings I will find shelter From ordinary things. Here are the mountains I want to scale Amazon rivers I’m dying to sail. Here the eyes of the forest I can hold in a stare And smile the movement Of Medusa’s green hair In this soft place Under your wings I will find shelter From ordinary things. 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In the darkness Death is hugging and caressing an old man, With the drunkard She is dancing a trepak, While singing a song into his ear: "Oh, my little wretched man, Got drunk, stumbled along the road, But the witch-blizzard has risen furiously, And driven you from the glade into the dense forest. Tortured with anguish and need, Lie down, curl up and fall asleep, my dear! I'll warm you up with snow, my darling, And stir up a great game around you. Shake up the bed, you blizzard-swan! Hey, get going, start chanting, you weather A fairytale, that could last all night, So that the drunkard could fall asleep soundly! Hey you, forests, skies and clouds, Gloom, wind and fleeting snow, Wreathe into a shroud, snowy and fluffy; With it I'll cover our old man, like a baby... Sleep, my little friend, happy wretch, The summer has come and blossomed! Above the fields the sun is laughing and sickles roam, The song hovers around; the doves are flying about..." 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Year after year will pass, And even the memory of you will disappear. I will not forget and loudly above you Will hold a feast at the midnight hour! With a heavy dance I'll trample The raw earth, so that the realm of the grave Your bones will never be able to leave, So that you'll never rise from the ground!"

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