Last night was spent with the Boston Lyric Opera's Ariadne auf Naxos, in which commedia dell' arte and classical myth crash into one another head-on and everybody (especially the audience) wins; today I am running for a train, to spend the next couple of days with
hans_the_bold in New Haven. More when I return or have e-mail access, whenever that may be.
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- 1: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 2: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 3: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 4: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 5: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
- 6: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 7: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
- 8: I cannot feel it, the veil of black, a fine spray of white paint
- 9: I make sure there are hidden messages in my work
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