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Zygmund de Somogyi - Gilded (Live Video)

Live performance of 'Gilded' (2024) by Zygmund de Somogyi: a song cycle with three movements, with libretto by Sara Clifford. Performed by Sharon Harms, RE: Duo, and Chamber Music Workshop participants at the 2024 Composers Conference (Susan Horavth CMW Commissioned Work) at Avaloch Farm, New Hampshire (USA). With unreserved gratitude to librettist Sara Clifford: https://saraclifford.com To our performers Sharon Harms, Wilson Poffenberger, Elsie Bae Han, Jerome Claverie, and Howard Pfeiffer: https://sharonharms.com https://wilson-poffenberger.com https://www.elisionpublications.com/e... And to the Composers Conference and the Susan Horvath CMW Commission Fund for making this possible: https://composersconference.org Recorded by Mike Harmon of Wachussett Recording - thanks dude, you rock: http://www.wachusettrecording.com/ World premiere 26 July 2024 at Avaloch Farm, New Hampshire. heck out more of my work: https://zdscomposer.co.uk   / zdscomposer​     / zdscomposer​   https://zdscomposer.bandcamp.com - I. They call my Father the business king All that he touches turns to gold I merely work and play and work No wonder he doesn’t love me His child must be golden, gilded, precious And so I beg him - make me shine too! “Don’t turn your face away!” I see a tear on his cheek “Don’t ask me,” he says, “Regret and shame”, he says But I know it’s what he wants - what we all want. I long for his touch, proof of his love I reach out to wipe the tears “I can be everything you want me to be, A child fit for a king” He grabs my hand to push me away And I see the liquid gold trickle into my veins I am gilding. All that he touches turns to gold - And then love! And I am gilding… II. I am indeed my father’s daughter! Our touch now reaches around the globe Golden forests, golden trees, golden rivers Surely he is smiling now? The roses in the garden are now glorious - Although they have lost their fragrance “Look again,” he says - “everything you touched is dying People shrivel for lack of water, children die for lack of food Calcification, desertification, we are hated” Tell me what to do, Father! Smooth glides of gold shape my hands, my palms, my fingers Who wouldn’t want a daughter who can turn everything to gold? But my legs are heavy, heavy with gold now And he screams when he sees me What have you done? I just wanted you to love me… III. Look at my eyes, flecked with gold My hair, my teeth, my nails Gilded with riches that promised so much I am no longer human, I am calcifying The deserts of rivers, all we have lost My lungs, the trees, the way that we breathe, We will suffocate, the air is being stifled Scrape off the gold, use oyster shells to reveal the blood The solid gold bones under the gilded skin Save me Save me Wait - I hear a sound, a note Something that reaches into my chest, pulls out my heart Still pulsing, full of pain and anger and hate and love Something that sings with me, sings with my heart I am still alive, still human Save me