Pinwheel of Death

Genres > Classical

Writers Alfred Reed

Genres Classical, Instrumental

Recorded 2001

Lyrics [Instrumental]
Writers William Bolcom

Genres Classical, Instrumental

Recorded 2009

Lyrics [Instrumental]
Writers Edmund Cionek

Genres Classical, Instrumental, Americana

Recorded 2010

Lyrics [Instrumental]
Writers William Bolcom, Arnold Weinstein

Genres Classical

Recorded 2009

Lyrics IT WASN'T THE POLICEMAN'S FAULT
IN ALL THE TRAFFIC ROAR,
INSTEAD OF SHOUTING HALT
WHEN HE SAW ME HE SHOUTED,
AMOR, AMOR, AMOR,
AMOR.
EVEN THE ICE CREAM MAN,
FREE ICE CREAMS
BY THE SCORE,
INSTEAD OF SHOUTING,
BUTTER PECAN,
ONE LOOK AT ME
HE SHOUTED,
AMOR, AMOR,
AMOR.

ALL OVER TOWN
IT WENT THAT WAY,
EVERYBODY
TOOK OFF THE DAY,
EVEN PHILOSOPHERS
UNDERSTOOD
HOW GOOD
WAS THE GOOD
BECAUSE I LOOKED
SO GOOD!
THE POOR
STOPPED TAKING LESS,
THE RICH
STOPPED NEEDING MORE.
INSTEAD OF SHOUTING,
NO AND YES,
BOTH LOOKING AT ME SHOUTED,
AMOR.

MY STAY IN TOWN
WAS CUT SHORT -
I WAS DRAGGED TO COURT.
THE JUDGE SAID
I DISTURBED THE PEACE
AND THE JURY GAVE HIM
WHAT FOR!
THE JUDGE RAISED HIS HAND
AND INSTEAD OF
DESIST AND CEASE,
JUDGIE CAME TO THE STAND,
TOOK MY HAND
AND WHISPERED,
AMOR, AMOR, AMOR,
AMOR.

NIGHT WAS TURNING
INTO DAY,
I WALKED ALONE,
AWAY.
NEVER SEE
THAT TOWN AGAIN.
BUT AS I PASSED
THE CHURCH HOUSE DOOR,
INSTEAD OF SINGING AMEN
THE CHOIR WAS SINGING,
AMOR, AMOR, AMOR,
AMOR!
Writers Robert Jager

Genres Classical, Instrumental

Recorded 2007

Lyrics [Instrumental]
Writers William Bolcom

Genres Classical, Americana

Recorded 2010

Lyrics Text by Langston Hughes:

LANDLORD, LANDLORD,
MY ROOF HAS SPRUNG A LEAK.
DON'T YOU REMEMBER
I TOLD YOU ABOUT IT
WAY LAST WEEK?

LANDLORD, LANDLORD
THESE STEPS IS BROKEN DOWN.
WHEN YOU COME UP YOURSELF
IT'S A WONDER
YOU DON'T FALL DOWN.

TEN BUCKS YOU SAY I OWE YOU?
TEN BUCKS YOU SAY IS DUE?
WELL, THAT'S TEN BUCKS MORE
THAN I WILL PAY YOU
TILL YOU FIX THIS HOUSE
UP NEW.

WHAT?
YOU GONNA GET EVICTION ORDERS?
YOU GONNA CUT OFF MY HEAT?
YOU GONNA TAKE MY FURNITURE
AND THROW IT IN THE STREET?

UM-HUH!
YOU TALKING HIGH AND MIGHTY.
TALK ON-TILL YOU GET THROUGH
YOU AIN'T GONNA BE ABLE
TO SAY A WORD
IF I LAND MY FIST ON YOU.

POLICE! POLICE!
COME AND GET THIS MAN!
HE'S TRYING TO RUIN
THE GOVERNMENT
AND OVERTURN THE LAND!

COPPER'S WHISTLE!
PATROL BELL!
ARREST.
PRECINCT STATION.
IRON CELL.
HEADLINES IN PRESS:

MAN THREATENS LANDLORD

TENANT HELD NO BAIL

JUDGE GIVES NEGRO
NINETY DAYS
IN COUNTY JAIL!
Writers William Bolcom

Genres Classical, Choral

Recorded 2008

Lyrics Poem by Kathryn Stripling Byer:

THEY HAD NO USE
FOR SUCH ROMANCE
AS CLINGS
LIKE THE STUBBORNEST IVY.
THOSE GYPSY-BLACK BOOTS
IN THE STIRRUPS,
THOSE GAY GOLDEN RINGS
LEFT BEHIND
ON A PILLOW,
WHAT GOOD TO THEM,
NURSING THEIR BABIES
AND WATCHING
THE GANGPLANKS
BEGINNING TO RISE
ON THE SHIPS NAMES PROPERITY,
RAINBOW,
GLORIOUS MEMORY?
HAVING NO SAY
IN THEIR JOURNEY,
THEY CAME HERE.
THEY STOOD
ON THE HIGH RIDGES,
LISTENING
INTO THE CEASELESS WIND
SOUNDING THE BEDROCK
OF WHAT LAY BEYOND THEM.
AT NIGHTFALL
THEY PULLED SHUT THE DOORS
OF THEIR CABINS
AND BLEW OUT THEIR LANTERNS.
THEY WAITED.
WHAT ELSE COULD THEY DO?

BUT WHEN THEY SANG
THEIR SOLITUDE
INTO THOSE OLD SONGS
OF LOVE AND BETRAYAL,
EACH VERSE
MUST HAVE CALLED
LIKE A PATH TO THEM,
BRAVING THE LAUREL HELLS,
ROCKSLIDES
AND BOTTOMLESS CHASMS.
HOW ELSE JOURNEY
INTO THOSE DISTANCES
WHERE THEY HEARD
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT
IN THE NEW WORLD
THE DARK ITSELF
HOWL LIKE A WOMAN
CAST INTO THE WILDERNESS?
ONE BY ONE,
I SEE THEM
OPEN THEIR MOUTHS.
HERE I AM,
THEY SING,
HAVING BECOME
THEIR OWN VOICES.
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