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1. Dami

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2. september

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3. Sophy's 1st

  • Published: 2013-01-23T15:52:25Z
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Sophy's 1st

1. Hard Rock Sofa & Swanky Tunes, A-trak & Wolfgang Gartner - Here We Space Wolf (Gregori Klosman Mashup) 2. Hard Rock Sofa, Matisse & Sadko, Swanky Tunes - Chemistry (Turn The Flame Higher) (Original Mix) 3. Swedish House Mafia vs. Knife Party - Greyhound Antidote (Alesso Bootleg) 4. Chuckie & Promise Land feat. Amanda Wilson - Breaking Up (Bartosz Brenes & Tony Romera Remix) 5. Sander Van Doorn, Julian Jordan - Kangaroo (Original Mix) 6. Beating of My Heart (Matisse & Sadko Instrumental) feat. Heidrun - M-3ox 7. Youngblood Hawke - We Come Running (Vicetone Remix) 8. Otto Knows - Million Voices (Original Mix)

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4. 뿅-☆

  • Published: 2013-02-07T13:39:08Z
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1. Rocco - Around the Globe (Original Mix) 2. Breathe Life In - 4 Strings Feat. Ana Criado (Original Mix) 3. City Hearts - FNY Feat. Simon Stone (Sergio Reyes Remix) 4. Point Blank (Love Is Blind) - Anakyn Feat. Fabio Lendrum (Walden Mix) 5. Summertime - Royaal&Venuto Feat. Aj Smith (DubVision Remix)

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5. ㅎㅎ

  • Published: 2014-12-09T05:53:13Z
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6. Keel - Song Cycle for Baritone and Chamber Orchestra

Keel - Song Cycle for Baritone and Chamber Orchestra

March 11 2014 Brown Hall Vincent Turregano, Baritone Nathan Aspinall, Conductor Poems by Federico Garcia Lorca Piccolo: Kate Lemmon, Johanna Gruskin (Alto Flute) Oboe: Andrew Port, Mark Debski (English Horn) Clarinet: Hunter Bennet, Luke Park Bassoon: Christina Dioguardi, Eric Barga Horn: Breanna Ellison, Josh Blumenthal Trumpet: Amelia Gould, Justin Kohan Trombone: Seville Jenkins, Frankie Yu Bass Trombone: Adam Rainey Percussion: Samuel Chan Violin I: Leo Marillier, Eva Aronian, Shengnan Li Violin II: Sodam Li, Tara Mueller, Haruno Sato Viola: Daniel Urbanowicz, Melody Cheng, Hung-Tzu Chu, Cello: Jamie Clark, Alan Toda-Ambaras, Zi Wang, Joy Yanai Double Bass: Mike McClure, Aidan Phipps, Nicholas Meyers I. The Little Mute Boy The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. I do not want it for speaking with; I will make a ring of it so that he may wear my silence on his little finger In a drip of water the little boy was looking for his voice. (The captive voice, far away, put on a cricket's clothes.) II. Arbole, Arbole Tree, tree dry and green. The girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind, playboy of towers, grabs her around the waist. Four riders passed by on Andalusian ponies, with blue and green jackets and big, dark capes. "Come to Cordoba, muchacha." The girl won't listen to them. Three young bullfighters passed, slender in the waist, with jackets the color of oranges and swords of ancient silver. "Come to Sevilla, muchacha." The girl won't listen to them. When the afternoon had turned dark brown, with scattered light, a young man passed by, wearing roses and myrtle of the moon. "Come to Granada, muchacha." And the girl won't listen to him. The girl with the pretty face keeps on picking olives with the grey arm of the wind wrapped around her waist. Tree, tree dry and green. III. Ballad of the Moon The moon came to the smithy with her bustle of white rose. The child looks at her, and looks, and looks. In the agitated air the moon moves her arm and shows, pure, shameless, her breasts of hard tin. 'Run away, moon, moon, moon. If the gypsies come, they'll twist your heart to necklaces and rings of white stone.' 'Child, let me dance. When the gypsies come, they'll find you, little eyes closed, on the anvil of iron.' 'Run away, moon, moon, moon, for now I hear their horses.' 'Leave me, child, do not tread upon my starchy whiteness.' The horseman was approaching drumming on the plain. Inside the forge the child closed his eyes again. Through the olive grove the gypsies came, dream and bronze. Their heads held high and their eyes half-closed. Ah, how the owl sings! how it sings in the tree! Holding a child's hand the moon walks through the sky. Inside the forge the gypsies shout and weep. The wind is watching over it, watching over it. IV. Before the Dawn But like love, the archers are blind Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily. The keel of the moon breaks through purple clouds and their quivers fill with dew Ay, but like love the archers are blind!

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