Pamela Dellal, mezzo soprano
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Benjamin Britten: " Advance Democracy"
Text by Randall Swingler
| Across the darkened city the frosty searchlights creep, Alert for the first marauder, to steal upon our sleep. We see the sudden headlines float on the muttering tide. We hear them warn and threaten and wonder what they hide. There are whispers across tables, talks in a shutter’d room. The price on which they bargain will be a people’s doom. There’s a roar of war in the factories and idle hands on the street And Europe held in nightmare by the thud of marching feet. Now sinks the sun of surety, the shadows growing tall Of the big bosses plotting their biggest coup of all. Is there no strength to save us? No power we can trust. |