SKU: A0.1012704

Music and song composed by me about Borderline

♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫ Cassandra's vision ♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫

 I don't want to open that door, I shouldn't ... but it's the wind that brings me ...

And I sing in a low voice, Until the pain passes

and turn, turn-round, how bad the world is

Between thoughts and tears, words and music

There is Cassandra's vision

And I don't know if he can do it, to write about you, you left quickly,

And you're perfect in my mind

Cassandra is locked up in that room,

He hugs himself, tells an existence:

Look there, my father and his glass, look at me, the victim of drinking

purple bruises, always alone at school, violence continues in indifference,

my mother knew but hid everything, the mind that does not hold, and the borderline destroys

the spark that was in me, all those dreams of mine and that love that I will never have,

I would like to run away but I am chained here, uncontrolled rituals, repeated gestures

and a monster closed inside me

In Cassandra's vision, she no longer has bars in this room

no longer has a body, sex, it is ageless

It's a vision but she doesn't know it

In harmony with creation, forget the present and the past

And the pain comes up and will disappear, It's a vision but she doesn't know it

Cassandra does not know, who is about to lose our reality

Worn threads Of a fragile puppet

He hangs in the balance, embraces a nightmare

In his labyrinths, he never finds a way out

And pass the margin, cross that limit

You feel a flower that Needs no longer has

And the wind will follow

In front of the mirror, The long hair, Reflect flashes of a thousand crystals

You comb them slowly ,, With infinite care, You have been waiting for your love for a lifetime

And a carillon that resounds far away, The brush suddenly falls from your hand

Because the black man is here, he is already back, He breaks your dream, the charm is broken

Cassandra runs among the stars and tattooes them on her skin

Bruises and scars no longer has, It's a vision but she doesn't know it

In dimensions to explore, How birds can fly

Breathe sun, love and freedom And no one will harm you here ...

Cassandra stop, Cassandra help me not to regret you

Now you can't chain me to you, to your memory that will burn forever

Cassandra doesn't know that wings don't, she doesn't

Tragic angel who takes flight and then

A puppet with broken threads now

And time stands still here, like your beat

But the vision is mine or Cassandra's, I don't remember anymore,

This time changes my perception of the past

Faces and names that Time has faded by now

And I dance to the ticking of what has been

lost souls who are left behind

always inside me with their story

an eternal tattoo in my memory

I shouldn't open that door, I don't want to, but it's the wind that brings me….

and I sing in a low voice until the pain passes

and round, round-round how bad the world is ... ..

Monica Bergo

SKU: A0.1130599

Still in time for Advent/Christmas Eve!
Repousa Tranqüilo (Sleep Peacefully) This arrangement for Violin and Piano of the increasingly popular northeast Brazilian Christmas lullaby Repousa Tranqüilo TRANQÜILIDADE also entitled Sleep Peacefully, is a beautiful folk tune has been recorded in more than one translation in recent years, sometimes with the Welsh lyric below. The entirely public domain tune follows a common practice of moving from minor into major at the midpoint of the tune while also preserving the distinctively Brazilian harmonic quality in the opening verse and throughout. Sleep quietly my Jesus Now close your dear eyes Above you shine God's countless stars Like diamonds in the sky Beside your bed an angel crew With cattle have fed Your mother stands in watchful prayer And strokes your little head The shepards leave, their flocks unwatched They bring you my love While angels of our father God Rejoice the song above From far away the wise men three Their treasures the bring The whole wide world before your kneels My Jesus little king—Trans. Ruth Heller.

SKU: A0.1130588

This arrangement for Violin and Piano of the increasingly popular northeast Brazilian Christmas lullaby Repousa Tranqüilo TRANQÜILIDADE also entitled Sleep Peacefully, is a beautiful folk tune has been recorded in more than one translation in recent years, sometimes with the Welsh lyric below. This transcription of the entirely public domain tune follows a common practice of moving from minor into major at the midpoint of the tune while also preserving the distinctively Brazilian harmonic quality in the opening verse and throughout. Sleep quietly my Jesus Now close your dear eyes Above you shine God's countless stars Like diamonds in the sky Beside your bed an angel crew With cattle have fed Your mother stands in watchful prayer And strokes your little head The shepherds leave, their flocks unwatched They bring you my love While angels of our father God Rejoice the song above From far away the wise men three Their treasures the bring The whole wide world before your kneels My Jesus little king. —Translated: Ruth Heller.

SKU: A0.1382422

After being locked down by Covid, I had almost lost the will to live, let alone go on holiday again outside the UK. Two years before I had had a lovely time in Italy, visiting Rome, Pisa, Puccini's House, Florence, Sienna, and more. Almost at the end of the trip I stayed a couple of days with my dear musical friends in Perugia, where their then 8-year-old daughter, Martha, was making great strides forward on the violin (mum is a concert pianist and teacher, similarly dad, but on the clarinet. I had booked to stay in Cesena where they had moved two, and I had a lovely time here, two, adding Bologna, Rossini's Museum, Rimini and some of the Adriatic coast to my list of places visited. They, too, had had lockdowns, and cancellations, but quite by chance, the weekend I had planned to be in Cesena, was the rearranged date of a special outside concert in the imposing surroundings of Rocca Malatestiana, a medieval fortress than dominates the town. Martha was going to be performing a violin concerto by Rode, and her dad had adapted the orchestral accompaniment, so that the large clarinet ensemble could take its place on the night. It was a wonderful, moving evening, and Martha played so well. I don't think there was a dry eye in the house! When I knew I was visiting them this year, I wrote Martha a little fun piece, with piano accompaniment, that she might have been able to play while I was there. But because of the rescheduled concerto performance, there just wasn't enough time for her to learn and practise the piece with her violin teacher in Bologna. I even added an optional part for clarinet, so dad would not feel left out. Hopefully, one day, I might still hear Waltz for Martha played by its dedicatees! It's a kind of schmalzy Viennese Waltz, in the style of Kreisler and others! You can purchase the piano score and violin part here. The optional clarinet part is available FREE OF CHARGE - by emailing info@philiprbuttall.co.uk.