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Erin Rogers - Chronolinea

from minis​/​Trajectories by thingNY

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    Beautiful 180g audiophile pressing with ten newly engraved scores of the compositions on the album.

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    With an 8-page booklet containing the lyrics.

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Available Sep. 2016 - minis/Trajectories: a new album by thingNY

Composed by Erin Rogers
Performed by thingNY
Gelsey Bell (Soprano)
Hristina Blagoeva (Flute/Vocals)
Andrew Livingston (Bass/Vocals)
Paul Pinto (Percussion/Vocals)
Dave Ruder (Bb Clarinet/Vocals)
Erin Rogers (Tenor Saxophone/Vocals)
Jeffrey Young (Violin/Vocals)

Engineered and mastered by Joseph Branciforte


Spider bite, slithering snake, I pray, leave me be, birds, flocking, flying, falling, stand up, wind, wined, fine, line, find, ally, pry, defy, bribe, night, mine, tine, kite, fight, sight, entice, dice, file, wild, crime, sign, crying babies, silent nights in fast cars, green, shine, go, hold, light, no, fight, indirect, now, wait, to, follow, slippery, whoa, bridge, win, tip, stripe, road, -ster, style, rage, speed, red, slide, white, hot, I, ice, slow down the swelling, earth attack of alien states of mind, body of water, pan, pick, air, panic, mix, pix, I, span, so, pick, pull, help, me, shore, hope, a, heave, me, ashore, swim

[The Song]
Here me, smokeless skies and grass-green earth,
Since by your sufferance still I breathe and live!
[Thank you!] Fond Nature gave me birth,
And food and freedom–all she had to give.
Enough! I grew, and ranged
Their realm stupendous, changeless and
Save by the toll of nations primitive,
Who throve on us, and loved our life-stream's roar,
And lived beside its wave, and camped upon its shore.

Terror on the plains,
The swift inspreading of destruction dire–
Strange men, who ravaged our domain
On every hand, and ringed us round with fire;
Pale enemies who slew with equal mirth
The harmless or the hurtful things of earth,
In dead fruition of our mad desire:

The ministers of mischief and of might,
Who yearn for havoc as the world's supreme delight [Oh!]

The centuries in dim procession fly!
Long ages roll, and then at length is bared
[A] time when they who spared not are no longer spared.

Hear me, grass-green earth, smokeless skies,
Since by your sufferance I breathe and live!
[In Rapture]
The charity which man denies
[For Greed]
Ye still would tender to the fugitive!
I feel your mercy in my veins–
Too late, too late,
Naught can avail these wounds, this failing breath,
This frame which feels the wily touch of death.


from minis​/​Trajectories, released September 20, 2016
text by Erin Rogers with excerpts from
The Last Bison (1890) by Charles Mair [public domain]


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