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‘Drowning’ by Rhett Griffiths
Libretto for vocal ensemble (for 5 voices: soprano, mezzo, alto, tenor, bass) In collaboration with composer Giel Vleggaar |
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1. Ghost ship Clear skies Beautiful day Blue day I’m underway Glass in hand, without a care Sailing out, who knows where? Nice weather for a swim?
Quite quiet here Sssshhhhhhhhh Where is everyone? Anyone? Am I missing all the fun?
Another drink already madam I’m not drunk young man Hold your tongue and pour me more champagne Rising bubbles lift me up And make the voices stop
Let’s drink to happy days To happy daze To absent friends and loved ones, present and past Ouch, the toast to cast Me adrift
Alone All one All at sea All at sea
Fill me up please Round and round ship, looking for someone, Once again, back where I was undone
Only at the edge that you can see Where you are and have been And what will be, will be Jump or fall it’s just the same
Dreaming of normality I delegate to gravity
She’s falling in the drink
Remember the ABC’s of first aid: Airway, Breathing, Circulation, Always, Being, Children.
2. Descent into Limbo Silent ocean other world welcome Touched, held, supported, Like any daughter might hope for Blood is thicker than holy water Deep dark bed of tears let me sleep
Lose her, Deliver her to evil, Magnify her sins Beyond salvation
Burning lungs Suffocating watery kiss Can’t take much more of this
Is it my time? Is this it? The end of the line?
Aaaaghhggggchchhhhkkkkkkkyyyuuuuurgrghhhghh Aaaaghhggggchchhhhkkkkkkkyyyuuuuurgrghhhghh
To save a drowning person first remove the glass from their hand.
3. Hide & Seek Bluuuurrrrgggghhhhhhhh……………Hhhbbllllurrghhh…. Bluuuurrrrgggghhhhhhhh……………Hhhbbllllurrghhh….
Where am I?
Bed, my bed, good, thank god Sanctuary Waking, wet from hellish dreams, These are not ordinary stains, Only me
I’m alive. Still. Still life more like
I hear those ghosts who will not be drowned Voices from the past, pulling me down But I was loved, once, for a time And live on through those I leave behind You in turn will haunt their minds
Am I what’s left when these voices stop? You are nothing without us Is that me in the silent ‘I’ of the storm? How can I drink my sorrows dry? How can I turn back time and tide?
Once more, down the hatch
To save an alcoholic, erase their memories.
4. Anaerobic Exorcise He that shall scandalize one of these little ones that believe in me, Should be drowned in the depths of the sea’
Drunken nightmare, drowning again In deep water, bitter sweet pain
Down, deader, down Near the point of no return
Priestly form from blackness looms Unwelcome hands on open wounds
Children without voices scream More real than reality, but deeper than dream
I swallow this holy spirit wholly Confirmation, the end of my journey Lost and found in an anonymous sea No one is drowning, just me.
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(Rhett Griffiths 2006) |
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