The Nightingale
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The Nightingale

A song written by Paul Hall and recorded live and unrehearsed with Paul accompanying himself on the grand piano in the music room of the 19th century Moody House of Arch Road in Claremont, New Hampshire.  The song was written during a time in 1980 when Paul was a street performer in Paris known as "Zig Zag the Clown", a role Paul foresaw in his 1964 painting, "The Departure" (click to go there).  The song was later performed by Paul on his Tacimine twelve-string guitar (given to him by another street-performing clown in San Francisco, California, in 1978) on the number nine line of the Paris Metro (Pont de Sevres), The Utari Restaurant in Blok M in Jakarta, Indonesia, and Chatswood Train Station in Sydney, Australia, among other places.

 

16kps mp3 (c) 1987 by Paul Hall

 

 

In the night I heard a gale

sing a song as hours grew

as they turned to morning slight

as a dark and shining veil.

I stopped to hear the clear notes come

and as I heard

the night turned dumb

I could hear a people calling me

from a deep forest green.

And they said,

"Come away alone".

 

While the bird upon the wire

sang to whom it might be near

down the street the sand piles lay

for the cement for the R.E.R.

Will machines, then, all too soon

replace the song-bird's lonely tune

and motor whine in shrieking glare

be all the music men will hear?

Like a vagabond, 

I must leave the town alone.

 

 

The people rushed to everywhere

try to buy some fun with last week's pay.

No one even seemed aware

as they rushed their busy way.

But I stopped to hear the clear notes come

and as I heard

the night turned dumb

I could hear a people calling me

from a deep forest green.

And they said,

"Come away alone

with me.

While you still have time to leave

while there still is time;

still is time to leave".

 

 



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