Choral Choir (TTBB) - Level 2 - Digital Download

SKU: A0.1270160

By Arlo Guthrie. By Arlo Guthrie. Arranged by Craig Hanson. A Cappella,Comedy,Folk. Octavo. 6 pages. Edition Craig Hanson #862589. Published by Edition Craig Hanson (A0.1270160).

For TTBB chorus a cappella and solo voice. As performed by Arlo Guthrie.

Wanna hear something? You know that Indians never ate clams. They didn't have linguini!
And so what happened was that clams was allowed to grow unmolested in the coastal waters of America for millions of years. And they got big, and I ain't talking about clams in general, I'm talking about each clam! Individually. I mean each one was a couple of million years old or older. So imagine they could have got bigger than this whole room. And when they get that big, God gives them little feet so that they could walk around easier. And when they get feet, they get dangerous. I'm talking about real dangerous. I ain't talking about sitting under the water waiting for you. I'm talking about coming after you.

Imagine being on one of them boats coming over to discover America, like Columbus or something, standing there at night on watch, everyone else is either drunk or asleep. And you're watching for America and the boat's going up and down. And you don't like it anyhow but you gotta stand there and watch, for what? Only he knows, and he ain't watching. You hear the waves lapping against the side of the ship. The moon is going behind the clouds. You hear the pitter patter of little footprints on deck. ‘Is that you kids?’ It ain't! My god! It's this humongous, giant clam!

Imagine those little feet coming on deck. A clam twice the size of the ship. Feet first. You're standing there shivering with fear, you grab one of these. This is a belaying pin. They used to have these stuck in the holes all around the ship… You probably didn't know what this is for; you probably had an idea, but you were wrong. They used to have these stuck in the holes all along the sides of the ship, everywhere. You wouldn't know what this is for unless you was that guy that night.

I mean, you'd grab this out of the hole, run on over there, bam bam on them little feet! Back into the ocean would go a hurt, but not defeated, humongous, giant clam. Ready to strike again when opportunity was better.

You know not even the coastal villages was safe from them big clams. You know them big clams had an inland range of about 15 miles. Think of that. I mean our early pioneers and the settlers built little houses all up and down the coast you know. A little inland and stuff like that and they didn't have houses like we got now, with bathrooms and stuff. They built little privies out back. And late at night, maybe a kid would have to go, and he'd go stomping out there in the moonlight. And all they'd hear for miles around...(loud clap/belch).... One less kid for America. One more smiling, smurking, humongous, giant clam.

So Americans built forts. Them forts --you know—them pictures of them forts with the wooden points all around. You probably thought them points was for Indians but that's stupid! 'Cause Indians know about doors. But clams didn't. Even if a clam knew about a door, so what? A clam couldn't fit in a door. I mean, he'd come stomping up to a fort at night, put them feet on them points, jump back crying, tears coming out of them everywhere. But Americans couldn't live in forts forever. You couldn't just build one big fort around America. How would you go to the beach?

So what they did was they formed groups of people. I mean they had groups of people all up and down the coast form these little alliances. Like up North it was call the Clamshell Alliance. And farther down South it was called the Catfish Alliance. They had these Alliances all up and down the coast defending themselves against these threatening monsters. These humongous giant clams. Andt hey'd go out there, if there was maybe fifteen of them they'd be singing songs in fifteen part harmony. And when one part disappeared, that's how they knew where the clam would be.

Which is why Americans only sing in four part harmony to this very day. That proved to be too dangerous. See, what they did was they'd be singing these songs called Clam Chanties, and they'd have these big spears called clampoons. And they'd be walking up and down the beach and the method they eventually devised where they'd have this guy, the most strongest heavy duty true blue American, courageous type dude they could find and they'd have him out there walking up and down the beach by himself with other chicken dudes hiding behind the sand dunes somewhere.

He'd be singing the verses. They'd be singing the chorus, and clams would hear 'em. And clams hate music. So clams would come out of the water and they'd come after this one guy. And all you'd see pretty soon was flying all over the sand flying up and down the beach manmanclamclammanmanclam manclamclamman up and down the beach going this way and that way up the hills in the water out of the water behind the trees everywhere. Finally the man would jump over a big sand dune, roll over the side, the clam would come over the dune, fall in the hole and fourteen guys would come out there and stab the shit out of him with their clampoons.

That's the way it was. That was one way to deal with them. The other way was to weld two clams together. [I don't believe it. I'm losing it. Hey. What can you do. Another night shot to hell.]

Hey, this was serious back then. This was very serious. I mean these songs now are just piddly folk songs. But back then these songs were controversial. These was radical, almost revolutionary songs. Because times was different and clams was a threat to America. That's right. So we want to sing this song tonight about the one last... You see what they did was there was one man, he was one of these men, his name will always be remembered, his name was Reuben Clamzo, and he was one of the last great clam men there ever was. He stuck the last clam stab. The last clampoon into the last clam that was ever seen on this continent. Knowing he would be out of work in an hour. He did it anyway so that you and me could go to the beach in relative safety. That's right. Made America safe for the likes of you and me. And so we sing this song in his memory. He went into whaling like most of them guys did and he got out of that, when he died. You know, clams was much more dangerous than whales. Clams can run in the water, on the water or on the ground, and they are so big sometimes that they can jump and they can spread their kinda shells and kinda almost fly like one of them flying squirrels.

You could be standing there thinking that your perfectly safe and all of a sudden whop.... That's true... And so this is the song of this guy by the name of Reuben Clamzo and the song takes place right after he stabbed this clam and the clam was, going through this kinda death dance over on the side somewhere. The song starts there and he goes into whaling and takes you through the next...

I sing the part of the guy on the beach by himself. I go like this: Poor old Reuben Clamzo and you go Clamzo Boys Clamzo. That's the part of the fourteen chicken dudes over on the other side. That's what they used to sing. They'd be calling these clams out of the water. Like taunting them making fun of them. Clams would get real mad and come out. Here we go. I want you to sing it in case you ever have an occasion to join such an alliance. You know some of these alliances are still around. Still defending America against things like them clams. If you ever wants to join one, now you have some historic background. So you know where these guys are coming from. It's not just some 60's movement or something, these things go back a long time.

Notice the distinction you're going to have to make now between the first and easy Clamzo Boys Clamzo and the more complicated Clamzo Me Boys Clamzo. Stay serious! Folk songs are serious. That's what Pete Seeger told me. Arlo I only want to tell you one thing... Folk songs are serious. I said right. Let's do it in C for Clam...Iet's do it in B... For boy that's a big clam... Iet' s do it in G for Gee, I hope that big clam don't see me. Let's do it in F... For …he sees me. Let's do it back in A...for a clam is coming. Better get this song done quick. The Story of Reuben Clamzo and His Strange Daughter in the Key of A.

Piano Solo - Digital Download

SKU: A0.1012709

Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 13 pages. Moni Bergo #5742973. Published by Moni Bergo (A0.1012709).

Music and song composed by me

THE LAST MY FLOWER (the wolf and the witch)

 

I look at my last flower

It loses its scentand I do not know what to do

I protect you with warmthof this other story I have to tell

 

creatures alone and desperate

many scars heal

a witch and a wolf

do not know yet

that their destinies are to merge

 

and starts this magical storysweet

as ancient fable

in a forest with no place and no age

out of touch

 

and the time is stopped and does not move a breath

and the heart, explodes and skip a beat

and look you recognize

like not having never lost

 

and the wolf that is injured

a white rose in red has turned

He is bleeding along with drops of pain

his red eyes burning with love

 

and the witch instead hides

because she isn't beautiful and it is not important

nobody in the world has never belonged

and a caress he never touched

 

she care and caresses the soul

he looks at her and his anger dominates

and one year only lasts a moment

lost in eternity

 

and the wolf tells tales

and the witch makes magic potions

and exchange promises useless

that the night  guard

 

and she will dance

will dance naked

and the wolf with his heart on his

sleevelying by the fire that lights up,

so free

unobstructed

and are reflected in the magic lake

and do not feel that cold shiver...

not last, do not you feel it too?cold around  us

 

Abracadabra !! from caterpillar to butterfly

Alakazam !! and I too am beautiful

do not you wonder how and why

I started to talk to me

snow fallsbut we are in August

and there is nothing

that you find a place

this my music speaks for it self

this is the strangest tale that is

 

I stop here

It will end well

I can not tell

the end of a love

that is not written yet

 

I stop here

It will end well

in a vacuum and the absence

these days my

silence and inconstancy in your feeling

sthe flower dies already

 

go wolf go

stop thinking about her

from your pack you will need to return

and then runs away

 

witch will

if you want to transform

changes role

an actress who artand

you will have new flowers

 

day step into the dark caverns of regret

Mix them with potions and transform everything into tears

like a cat in the night

I try the food

in the trashno sun,

no light

no god here that help me

 

body and spirit dentedas

a glass stuckinside

my poor heart

the memory of a love

He never really lived

so alive in the mind

is my animal instinct

that makes me ache

while another dream diesthe

witch in the lake you slidethe

water lapping against the planin

his eyes the wolf that is now already far

 

a fairy tale real or invented

in between  my  hidden  truth

all my stories strange and weird

over this skin are now tattooed

 

I watc.

Vocal, Solo Solo Voice - Digital Download

SKU: H1.804DP

Arranged by Don Doig, Jack Schrader, and John F. Wilson. General Worship. Collection. 392 pages. Hope Publishing - Digital #804DP. Published by Hope Publishing - Digital (H1.804DP).

By Various Writers.

140 Christian songs by Various Writers Contains over 140 songs including: Because He Lives, Communion Song, Great Is Thy Faithfulness, the Holy City, I Wonder as I Wander, Learning to Lean, Malotte's Lord's Prayer, Wedding Song, and The Palms. Contains over 140 songs including: Because He Lives, Communion Song, Great Is Thy Faithfulness, the Holy City, I Wonder as I Wander, Learning to Lean, Malotte's Lord's Prayer, Wedding Song, and The Palms.

String Quartet - Intermediate - Digital Download By Panic! At the Disco. Arranged by Sarah Cellobat Chaffee. Score, Set of Parts. 21 pages. Published by Sarah Chaffee

Brass Ensemble Euphonium,Horn,Trumpet,Tuba - Level 3 - Digital Download

SKU: A0.802608

By Steve Green. By Greg Nelson and Phill McHugh. Arranged by Peet du Toit. Christian,Gospel. Score and parts. 11 pages. Peet du Toit #5983089. Published by Peet du Toit (A0.802608).

Steve Green is the son of missionaries. It therefore seemed natural that this song written by Greg Nelson and Phil McHugh which pictures hungry, hurting people who are unaware of the Christian message, would resonate with him. However, Green had a life-changing experience when he realized he'd been living a fake and phoney life, where he'd been doing the right things but with the wrong motives. He'd therefore understood his desperate need for a Saviour and ran to Jesus for what He alone can provide. As a consequence, when this song was pitched to him, Green had just come through a pretty significant life turn-around. The singer recalled to CCM Magazine presents 100 Greatest Songs In Christian Music: It resonated for two reasons - first, because my parents had given their lives to evangelize, and their love for the people they were serving around the world was motivated by Christ's love for them; so that was definitely one of the reasons why I gravitated to the song. The other reason was that for the for the first time, I suppose, I was realizing that it isn't just those who never heard about the Lord who needed him. I knew that I was surrounded by people just like me who were living kind of an external, performance-based Christianity, but they had no light. I started thinking of us as the 'elder brothers' - those who never ran away from home but were just as lost as the prodigal.

Watch Steve Green singing this heartfelt song on YouTube at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nbxvc6eeXso .

I found this music and lyrics so inspiring and beautiful, I just had to translate it to brass instruments. Enjoy!

Piano Solo - Level 3 - Digital Download

SKU: A0.976874

Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 5 pages. Monica Bergo #3244129. Published by Monica Bergo (A0.976874).

2017 Holiday Contest Entry

THEATER

 

If you want to transform your reality

If you want another life

The theater is here

Choose the character

What will you interpret

Follow your script

 and you will not be wrong

 

A blue curtain

The lights are down

And music begins

An ox eye

That will turn on

The scene lights up

 

Offstage, me

Look out for my turn

my legs tremble

Increase the beat

 

People in the audience

Silent is

And thet expects to live

The story you will tell theyr

And everything is possible

 

I grab the moment

I commit myself to the utmost

There is rhythm, there is energy

There is grief, there is joy

 

Here everything is fake but there is truth

And fate here, nothing can

Because history already has its plot and its ending

We will incarnate here

Vices and virtues

In the comedy you will lose

You will breathe with us

The magic that's here tonight

Live in this atmosphere

Trash and a bit surreal

It will involve you

 

With its cardboard trees, canvas palaces

Paper skies, foam lakes

Tears drawn on blood red cheeks

Imperfect moons and sunshine that does not shine

 

It's all a theater this my life

I play more roles

In prose or poetry

We are all actors

In this reality

Browse your script

It will surprise you

 

Finished the show

I bow for you

Applause and music

A moment and I already find my self

The usual Monica

I feel a bit  Pierrot

Between joy and tears

But it went well and then tomorrow replies

 

Live  more lives  for  never die

Sweet illusion that will cull me

And it  will accompany me

Even out of this scene

If I recite  good ,you will know

Unsuspecting sides of me

I'll be nice

O arrogant and bad

A witch or a diva

Heroes of a time gone

Who will I ever be?

 

and how Pirandello wrote

I’m  none and one hundred thousand

I interpret myself

And it's never good the first

I'm not convincing in my dirty clothes

And I change the script bugs

Of my days a little shaken

Absurd Theater

It turns into a silent film

And crying out loud

In this desolate stage

 

If you are looking for an identity

An interruption of reality

Write your script or improver

Get on that stage and you'll be what you want ....

 

                                                                          Monica Bergo

Piano,Vocal,Voice - Level 3 - Digital Download

SKU: A0.1288894

By Andy Kirk & His 12 Clouds Of Joy. By Alberta Nichols, L.E. Freeman, Mann Holiner, Sammy Cahn, and Saul Chaplin. Arranged by Dave Gingras and John E. Dosher. Broadway,Film/TV,Jazz,Musical/Show. Score. 3 pages. DAVID LEE GINGRAS #879734. Published by DAVID LEE GINGRAS (A0.1288894).

In 1931, Alberta Nichols wrote the music and Mann Holiner wrote the words for a song titled Till the Real Thing Comes Along which was featured in a Broadway revue titled Rhapsody in Black. The review, produced by Lew Leslie, was similar to the famous Blackbirds reviews of the late 1920s and 1930s, and featured Ethel Waters, who introduced Till the Real Thing Comes Along. This version features a root-based chord blocking that John and I have used in a number of our arrangements and was developed from the 1936 sheet music. We also added some pretty cool left-hand fills to keep things moving along smoothly. We hope you like what we've done with this grand old tune!

Alto Voice,Vocal Solo - Level 3 - Digital Download

SKU: A0.859660

Composed by Sydney Stevens. Country,Folk,New Age,Pop. 7 pages. Sydney Stevens, Water Music #2942889. Published by Sydney Stevens, Water Music (A0.859660).

Contact: sydneystevenspianostudio@gmail.com

Another Day: Refreshing, passionate piano/vocal composed by Sydney Stevens (ASCAP). Sheet music arrangement is for piano/vocal/chords.

Sounds like: Christina Perri, Enya, Judy Collins

From Album: Cycles of Life  

Theme: New love, love's longing.

Mood: Passionate, romantic, heartfelt.

Musical Traits: Strong melody in right hand piano that reflects the vocal line.

Performance Time: 3:41

Sydney Stevens music is available on: Pandora, Spotify, iTunes, Amazon, Whisperings Solo Piano Radio, AllMusic

More Links:

www.sydneystevenswatermusic.com

http://www.linkedin.com/in/sydney-stevens-532a113a 

BIOGRAPHY:

Sydney Stevens began writing melodies on the piano before she could reach the pedals. Her earliest memory was watching her mother play classical piano. She began piano lessons at the age of 8, and started composing shortly thereafter.

Stevens approaches her compositions as an artist. She paints musical portraits of the things that bring meaning to life: relationship to living things, emotional healing, discovering what matters most and honoring that as best we are able. Stevens' beautiful piano-based music aligns one with their own heart. Although some of her music can be described as New Age, her roots are heavily based in classical and jazz. Her study of classical composition makes her music more complex than some New Age music. Her music has been likened to the impressionistic composers such as Claude Debussy. Sydney's formal training is also reflected in her ability to compose for orchestral instruments. Her latest release, Cycles of Life, was solely recorded and produced by Sydney, programming all of the virtual instruments.

Sydney has a great love for jazz. Keith Jarrett was an influence on her with his innovative and improvisational piano recordings and performances. She was particularly impressed with the freedom of style he portrayed in his performances. Bill Evans was something Sydney heard played as a young child. Where her mother was a classical pianist, her father was a jazz pianist. Perhaps that's why some of Sydney’s music can be described as a crossover between classical and jazz--remnants from those early years. Joni Mitchell and Judy Collins were big inspirations for Sydney's songwriting. She was especially drawn to the deeply emotional lyrics in many of their songs.

Cycles of Life, the title track from Sydney's current release, was composed for her late step dad. The song is about the cycle of birth and death: Cycles of life go on, yet we carry all that we've known and loved through the ages. Time, another track on Sydney's current release, is a song about how time passes more quickly when we are doing something we cherish. Brian's Song, inspired by the loss of her father-in-law, reflects: All that really matters is the way we fill our heart, and the ways that it has loved. Dawn, a track from Sydney's album Seasons, is a beautiful piano-based instrumental with light string background. It portrays that very peaceful hour as the sun slowly lights up the world -- the hour of dawn.

Sydney is a poet. She sees the world through a heart that feels the joy and sorrow of the world and those she meets. Her gift is the ability to transfer that emotion into music. Listening to her music is like taking a journey. She delves into depths of emotion, often taking the listener to places that can be difficult to go without the comfort of a beautiful song to accompany them.

In addition to being a prolific composer, Stevens runs a.