Meredith Monk, Ellis Island

Arnold Böcklin, The Isle of the Dead, 1883
Rachmaninoff, The Isle of the Dead, Symphonic poem Op. 29, 1908
🖤🖤 or the 4th "The Inextinguishable"
Carl Nielsen, Symphony No. 5 Op. 50
The Gun Club, Mother of Earth
I've gone down the river of sadness I've gone down the river of pain In the dark, under the wires I hear them call my name I gave you the key to the highway And the key to my motel door And I'm tired of leaving and leaving I can't come back anymore Oh, my dark-eyed friend I've recalled you again Soft voices that speak nothing Speak nothing to the end "Oh, mother of Earth", the blind they call But, yet stay behind the wall Their sadness grows like weeds upon my thighs and knees Oh, mother of Earth, the wind is hot I tried my best, but I could not And my eyes fade from me in this open country
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