Joel Thompson

Dark Matters

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Duration: 6'

Instrumentation: SATB Chorus and Piano

Instrumentation: SATB Chorus and Piano
Delivery Method - Order per Copy: Physical Delivery
Performance Materials: Vocal Score

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Music by Joel Thompson
Text by Samiya Bashir

Text:
Lately I've struggled.
Everything can seem a lie.
No one really seems alive anymore.

Do you ever even notice outside?
Seems there's nothing's left but feeling.

No thought. No action. Just Paralysis.
And feeling. Tuesday nearly broke me.

I stopped believing in everything.
I stopped believing everything

I searched the night by lamplight
for my self.

I stand accused of bleeding red.
Old words knit to new languages
the whole world soon forgets.

I stand accused of bluing.
With every breath I trap this air.

Do I ever even notice outside? Do you?
Maybe this quiet is the star by which I search for myself.

When tonight's dream seems impossible, wait,
It might take a bit longer.

I dream these dark matters through language
I too soon forget. Some days are small miracles.

Some days insist upon small miracles. Lately
I struggle. Some days my smallest miracle is
me. Some days my smallest miracle is keep going.

Now, this is the world we made for ourselves.
Now, this is the world we keep on making.
Now, maybe it's time to make something else.

Maybe we'll dance.
Maybe I'll dance.

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137-008-VS
Instrumentation: SATB Chorus and Piano
Delivery Method - Order per Copy: Physical Delivery
Performance Materials: Vocal Score

About the Work

Duration: 6'

Instrumentation: SATB Chorus and Piano

Commissioned by: Commissioned by Capital University Chapel Choir, Dr. Lynda Hasseler, director

Text: Lately I've struggled. Everything can seem a lie. No one really seems alive anymore. Do you ever even notice outside? Seems there's nothing's left but feeling. No thought. No action. Just Paralysis. And feeling. Tuesday nearly broke me. I stopped believing in everything. I stopped believing everything I searched the night by lamplight for my self. I stand accused of bleeding red. Old words knit to new languages the whole world soon forgets. I stand accused of bluing. With every breath I trap this air. Do I ever even notice outside? Do you? Maybe this quiet is the star by which I search for myself. When tonight's dream seems impossible, wait, It might take a bit longer. I dream these dark matters through language I too soon forget. Some days are small miracles. Some days insist upon small miracles. Lately I struggle. Some days my smallest miracle is me. Some days my smallest miracle is keep going. Now, this is the world we made for ourselves. Now, this is the world we keep on making. Now, maybe it's time to make something else. Maybe we'll dance. Maybe I'll dance.

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