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Texts by R. Thomas set in Art Songs and Choral Works

 § Author § 

Richard Pearson Thomas (b. 1957)

(Also see this author's vocal compositions.)

Texts set in art song or choral works (not necessarily comprehensive):

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The symbol ⊗ indicates a translation that is missing an original text.

A * indicates that a text cannot (yet?) be displayed on this site because of its copyright status.
Special notes: All titles and first lines are included in this index, including those used by composers.
Titles used by the text author appear in boldface. First lines appear in italics.
A language code in a blue rectangle like ENG indicates that a translation to that language is available.
A grey rectangle like FRE indicates a particular translation (usually one set to music) exists but isn't yet available.

  • AIDS anxiety () - R. Thomas [x] *
  • A Polish Quarter, Paris: dimly lit (Before the war there was a Jewish woman worked for my father. We became lovers) - R. Thomas [x] *
  • Bags under my eyes, rags for my clothes, black and blue thighs [x] * - R. Thomas
  • Before the war there was a Jewish woman worked for my father. We became lovers [x] * - R. Thomas
  • Genoa: Invitation (Bags under my eyes, rags for my clothes, black and blue thighs) - R. Thomas [x] *
  • How many churches? (You were so delightful. I remember laughing how many times? at your naivete) - R. Thomas [x] *
  • I don't know how to love. I never have. I never will. I've always been one to run [x] * - R. Thomas
  • I left you in Florence in December. As you slept I stole into the night [x] * - R. Thomas
  • I left you in Florence (I left you in Florence in December. As you slept I stole into the night) - R. Thomas [x] *
  • Impossible object (I don't know how to love. I never have. I never will. I've always been one to run) - R. Thomas [x] *
  • I've got those Queen Elizabeth Blues and I think I'm read-y for bed [x] * - R. Thomas
  • London: The shop girl (This mornin' 'bout ten, Missus Birney come into the shop lookin' like a shark) - R. Thomas [x] *
  • Moscow: Comrade Alekseyevna confesses (Tractors! I have it up to here with tractors. Every day a new problem) - R. Thomas [x] *
  • My Vienna was the city of youth where every day started anew [x] * - R. Thomas
  • Seville: Spider Legs (They call me Spider Legs because I'm quick and exciting!) - R. Thomas [x] *
  • South of France: A nun's life (We rise every morning with the sun and go to mass a little sleepy (and a little hungry too.) ) - R. Thomas [x] *
  • They call me Spider Legs because I'm quick and exciting! [x] * - R. Thomas
  • This mornin' 'bout ten, Missus Birney come into the shop lookin' like a shark [x] * - R. Thomas
  • Tractors! I have it up to here with tractors. Every day a new problem [x] * - R. Thomas
  • Vienna: Frau Winter (My Vienna was the city of youth where every day started anew) - R. Thomas [x] *
  • We rise every morning with the sun and go to mass a little sleepy (and a little hungry too.) [x] * - R. Thomas
  • Windsor: The Queen Elizabeth Blues (I've got those Queen Elizabeth Blues and I think I'm read-y for bed) - R. Thomas [x] *
  • You were so delightful. I remember laughing how many times? at your naivete [x] * - R. Thomas

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