Odd
Ballads
ISBN 9788791995026
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NORDISC Music & Text, DK-2700 Broenshoej, Denmark
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1st
Edition, 1st Issue Spring 2007
All text* and Music © copyright © H.W. Gade 2006-7.
Orchestra arrangements by the composer © 2007
*”Meditations” and “Stabat Mater” have texts from
the Catholic Church.
To Lone
1. Burning
trees on the brink of the ocean,
Broken
shells on the silent shore.
Venus
born in the flaming creation,
Love
divine in a hideous wasteland.
Breaks
away in a blinding light,
Love,
unfold your radiant eyes.
Chorus After the flood,
I cannot sleep,
I’m not awake.
I am the ghost,
Of broken love,
I’m not afraid.
2. Fearless girl
with the lips of a traitor,
Stay
with me for a while, my love.
Please
remember me, girl, in your limbo.
Empty
trains passing by in the morning,
Leaving
you for another try,
Love,
unfold your radiant eyes.
3. Let me rest in
the ruins of beauty,
Rivers
dry in the white-hot sun.
Venus
surfing the silvery moon.
Turn
to dust all my glittering futures.
Venus
feeds under dusty trees;
In
the dark, her radiant eyes.
Text and music © H.W. Gade 2006
1. Hold
me tight, mother dearest,
I’m your child and you
are my mom.
Don’t ever leave me, don’t let me down.
Little child, I am leaving,
Now you must live a life of your own,
The angels are calling, my time has come.
Chorus Healing the wounds,
Hide your face,
Do not speak,
Believe in love,
Only love.
2. Hold
me tight, woman and sister,
This is our home
forever more,
The baby is coming, the baby is dead.
Don’t you cry, we have each other,
Time for a job and a lovely garden,
Time for a baby to save our marriage.
3. Hold
me tight, love of your father,
Playing forever in the garden,
Beautiful boy with the sweetest smile.
Suddenly, our child is growing;
Yesterday’s baby becomes a man.
You’re not for keeping, you’re leaving now.
Text
and music © H.W. Gade 2006-7
1. My
friends all tell me I’m a nice old man,
I am empathy embodied; I’m a real
granddaddy.
Ask me for a favour, and I’ll do
it twice,
I’ll
decorate your house, and I’ll wash your car.
Chorus I got bad taste,
That’s what friends are for,
Bad
taste,
All over the place.
2. Seeing
is believing all the suckers think.
Keep on dreaming, please be my guest.
So if you want a boat and a
red-hot car,
I’ll hijack a ferry and I’ll steal
a Ferrari.
3. Don’t
take it personally, I’m only doing my job,
I ridicule for money, I’m Hitman number
2.
I’ll crack your facade and destroy
your name,
Welcome
Humpty-dumpy, you’re in for a surprise.
Interlude Salt and pepper,
Cracking the egg.
Roasted
toast,
The egg is dead:
||:
Who’s next on the list? :||
Chorus
4. My
friends all love me; they think I’m cool,
I’m walking their dogs and I’m walking
their children.
But really, what’s the point, when
I take them for a ride,
There can only be one winner in my
bad taste competition.
Text
and music © H.W. Gade 2006
To Lukas
1. For Thou art, God, my strength;
Why hast Thou cast me off?
And why do I go sorrowful
Whilst the enemy afflicteth me?
2. Send forth Thy light and Thy truth:
They have conducted me
And brought me to Thy holy hill,
And into Thy tabernacles.
3. And I will go in to the altar of God:
I will give praise upon the harp:
Why art thou sad, O my soul,
And why dost thou disquiet me?
Envoie
Hope in God, for I will still give
praise to Him,
Culpa, mea maxima
culpa
My
fault, my utter fault,
Misereatur tui omnipotens
May almighty God have mercy on me
Deus, et dimissis
peccatis tuis,
And,
having forgiven thee my sins,
perducat te ad vitam aeternam
Bring me to life everlasting.
Amen Amen
Text: From the Catholic Mass
Music © H.W. Gade 2006
To Lukas
1. Stabat mater dolorosa
iuxta
Crucem lacrimosa,
dum pendebat
Filius.
At
the Cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful
Mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.
2. Quis est homo qui non fleret,
matrem
Christi si videret
in
tanto supplicio?
Is
there one who would not weep,
whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ's dear Mother to behold?
3.
Vidit suum dulcem Natum
moriendo desolatum,
dum emisit spiritum.
She beheld her tender Child,
Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.
4. Eia, Mater, fons amoris
me
sentire vim doloris
fac,
ut tecum lugeam.
O thou Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with thine accord:
5. Sancta
Mater, istud agas,
crucifixi fige
plagas
cordi meo
valide.
Holy Mother! pierce me through,
in my heart each wound renew
of my Savior crucified:
6. Christe, cum
sit hinc exire,
