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"Desert Heat"
「最高レベルの壮大な音楽プロジェクト！」
～Vents Magazine～
「『Desert Heat』は、贅沢なオーケストラに乗せて、楽しく、素晴らしく、技巧的な演奏が満載です。素敵な音の世界へと誘われます！」
〜クリストファー・ティン〜
グラミー賞2回受賞、3回ノミネート
「これは非常に心を揺さぶる作品です…
完成された音の旅であり、民族音楽の愛好家達を魅了するでしょう。」
~The Ark of Music~
"A Maiden Made Not of Clay"
A Maiden Made Not of Clay
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"An epic musical undertaking of the highest order!" ~Vents Magazine~
"Desert Heat is full of fun, fantastic, virtuosic performances over some plush orchestration. A great sound world to be transported to!"
~Christopher Tin~
2 times Grammy winner and 3 times Grammy nominee
"This is a highly evocative piece...~a complete sonic journey and will enthrall those with a penchant for world music."
~The Ark of Music~
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A Maiden Made Not of Clay
Lyric by Daniel Shkolnik
*(In the bible, it is said that human being was made of clay. )
Verse 1
I do remember
long ago, far away
I met a maiden made
of something other than clay
Then when the spring arrived
Seeds and rain, flowers became.
Winds blew the grasses ‘round
and bent them with dew.
Chorus 1
When the cold cut the air
my love danced on autumn leaves
with her golden jangling bangles
all a-ringing on her sleeves.
When the snow did arrive
our cheeks brushed beneath the furs.
Knowing that the war was soon to come
we were glad to be alive.
Verse 2
Peace comes on slowly
the fires of war, dying down.
The soldier is lonely
alone on dark ground.
Seasons have slipped off
where they go, I can’t know.
Memories visit me
from long, long ago:
Chorus 2
When the cold cut the air
my love danced on autumn leaves
with her golden jangling bangles
all a-ringing on her sleeves.
When the snow did arrive
our cheeks brushed beneath the furs.
Knowing that the war was soon to come
we were glad to be alive.
Chorus 3
I recall long ago
when we shared the same soul
running through the bursting flower beds
each morning.
Then came stars
Then came birds
Then came dawn without a word,
greeting each and every living thing
with blessings.
Ohhhhhh let go.
Memory is but a mockery
I tell thee.
Goooooo homeward
Loosening the strings upon my harp
I play it no more.
Loosening the strings upon my harp
I play it no more.
Loosening the strings upon my harp
I play it no more