The Earth Below

by Terry Champlin

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includes:

A Widened Place in the River
for low voice, wind quartet, 2 percussion and guitar
poems by Edgar Lee Masters

The Earth Below
for soprano and guitar quartet

Mysterious River
for flute, english horn, and guitar

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released January 31, 2012

featuring:
Kate Emerman, voice
Helen Avakian, voice and guitar
Terry Champlin, guitar
Jeremy Bass, guitar
Paul Smith, guitar
Jorge Gavidia, guitar
Barbara Rizek, flute
Marcia Gates, flute
Ann Churukian, oboe and english horn
Joanna Skaats Schroer, clarinet
Elisabeth Romano, bassoon
Kathy Bishop Thielke, percussion
Elaine Miller, percussion

illustration and design by Kenan Rubenstein.

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Terry Champlin Pleasant Valley, New York

Originally educated as a theoretical physicist at MIT, Terry switched to music at the age of 21. His music has been performed around the world by such artists as Evangelos and Liza, David Starobin, and The Woodstock Chamber Orchestra. He has performed at Carnegie Hall and Avery Fischer Hall.

Terry is on the faculties of Vassar College and the Mannes College of Music.
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Track Name: The Earth Below
What's that on the road?
Looks like an old suit of cloths
and the key to the lock-box
where my childhood secrets are enclosed.
There's an old book; its pages rustle like the leaves that blow by in the wind
and I stoop to pick it up, but you cannot live the past again.

The time seems long gone
when we could sing a simple song.
But the things that we really need,
I think we've known them all along.
Moonlight on the lawn; the wind
blowing through the trees sings its song...
You may not quite hear it,
but that doesn't mean it's gone.

Say what you say, see what you see;
I gather up the things I think are me
they say someday we'll lose it all,
but you would not know sitting by the endless sea.

Clock of the years;
the moments flee like frightened deer
into the mist
where the present disappears

Clock of the stars;
we see it from our gridlocked cars,
always spinning
no matter where we are

Say what you say,
see what you think you see;
we have one hand on today,
and one hand on what we want to be

Sometimes I feel like a way station on an ancient road
caring for the strangers inside my self.
Sometimes I feel like a story that has been told
by someone else.
Sometimes I feel like a pair of dice
about to know
the truth on the very next throw,
but as it happens, though,
I feel like a feather
that God has thrown
somewhere between Heaven
and the good earth below

The time seems long gone
when we could sing a simple song.
But the things that we really need,
I think we've known them all along.
Moonlight on the lawn; the wind
blowing through the trees sings its song
You may not quite hear it,
but that doesn't mean it's gone.