‘From home’
A song for Soprano, tenor and electric guitar
Text: Sophie Rashbrook
Music: Curtis Day
About the text: From conversations and correspondence about ‘Home’ with UK-based Swedish soprano Julia Bjørkqvist and Austrian tenor Rupert Grössinger, I crafted this text, which explores their memories of home.
Att komma hem är
Heimat
Coming home
It’s a cold day in Stockholm
It’s raining in Salzburg
The waters are still
There is an old farmhouse
There is a tall blue building
by a cemetery
at the top of a hill
You walk through the hall
in my great aunt’s
In my sister’s
old place
And the wallpaper
Wooo!
It’s intense
Bright red flowers everywhere
Only my orchids have survived
since I’m away
Vattenglas, en karaff i glas.
Nostalgin sitter i enstaka föremål
Home lives in a few artefacts
But my memories are not there
All my memories are there
Oleanderbäume, Weißer Kachelofen,
Kirchenglocken
But I’ve moved on
The memories live in me
Minnena lever i mig[5]
Is it ‘Heimkehr’ or ‘Fernweh’,[6]
When the place you remembered
is no longer there?
Jag är hemma
Heim
Jag är hemma
Heimat
I am home
