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  1. Abelard & Heloise

From the recording Abelard & Heloise

First conceived as a prototype rock opera after having seen the play of the same name, Abelard and Heloise is a ghost story full of picturesque medieval romance. This tragic tale of love gone wrong is haunted by memories that won’t die and an unfulfilled desire that searches for something elusive that can never be found. The original long poem from which the lyrics are drawn is modeled after and takes inspiration from the dramatic monologues of Robert Browning. The narrative is interpreted musically as an unfolding sequence of madrigal-like episodes interwoven with a backdrop of liturgical music from the Catholic Latin mass.

Lyrics

Abelard and Heloise
 
Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison.
 
I told you what I could of what I believe deep in my heart.
Love is true, and I never thought I’d feel this way,
but I know I really love you, yes I do,
and I’m thinking of you. I need to tell you
even though it’s a memory, I want your love.
Our lives are like a tapestry woven together.
And as I’ve said before, I love you more and more,
I need your love as the days run off the calendar.
When loving ways have ceased to be,
bring your lonely sadness to me.
 
Gloria in excelsis! Et in terra pax hominibus.
 
I told you what I could of what I believe to be the truth.
Since you went away, I think about you everyday.
and I really want to love you, yes I do,
to be with you, I want to be with you
spend my life and eternity by your side.
Our lives are like a symphony blended forever.
And as I’ve said before, I love you more and more,
I need your love as the days run off the calendar.
When loving ways have ceased to be,
bring your lonely sadness to me.
 
Oh, you left me crying, baby!
Ah, all on my own. You left me!
Oh, you left me crying, crying, crying baby!
There must be a way for us now.
 
At childhood’s end an echo blends
colors never seen.
Loving ways have ceased to be.
Sing your song for me.
May the waves washing on the beach
as they’re breaking tell you how I love you.
When she came with the morning sun,
Come to me!
 
You’re telling me that you love me,
asking if I know the reason why?
Why love can’t last forever
as time goes flying by, flying by.
 
Truth and lies are all the same,
so it was given to me.
In silence one knows what is real
within the soul of another
 
May the peace that I sing you of
never speaking tell you how I love you.
When she came with the morning sun,
Come to me!
 
You’re telling me you don’t love me,
the time has come for us to say goodbye.
Why do you say you can’t see me?
You who have not even tried, even tried.
 
Crucifixus etiam pro nobis sub Pontio Pilato,
passus et sepultus est. Et resurrexit tertia die
secundum scripturas, et ascendit in coelum,
sedet ad dexteram Patris.
 
Long ago and far away you heard me call your name
through field, forest, mountain and desert.
Now that I have followed you on Earth and in the sky
through raging winds and stormy seasons.
The song I will sing to you ever is the same,
without needing reason, without name.
Like the river to the sea, my love returns to you.
I am unto my lady true.
 
Love, the Mistress of Distress,
hear the song I can’t forget!
 
What now? I ask Thee, Holy Muse, my comforter in pain,
my soul’s only light in darkness.
Are you as thoughtful, as inspired, as near to the divine?
Or failing as you cannot hope to show
what we perceive, but cannot ever know,
emotion we feel but can’t describe?
That true reality beyond our conscious minds,
O! Stay with me me, do not be unkind.
 
All these things I’ve seen,
all the words I’ve heard or spoken.
All this time we’ve passed together
can be written like a part of a dream
for the fires to burn or save. O!
 
And having done I will go from here
to seek my dreams another place.
 
Oh, you left me crying, baby!
Ah, all on my own. You left me!
Oh, you left me crying, crying, crying baby!
There must be a way for us now.
 
I don’t hear what you’re saying.
Quit the game we’ve been playing.
Who can see tomorrow, far past the battle scene,
with sorrow for time that has not been?
 
Let me remember you before it is time to die,
before the night’s extinguished, and love has turned to lies.
Unholy dreams of passion locked away against release,
bestow their final peace.
 
A feeling of finality now permeates the dawn,
and yet we know that truly time goes on and on and on.
Now our love has been destroyed life cannot be the same,
there’s only burning flame!