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for 6 sopranos, 6 altos, 6 tenors and 6 basses.
A choral celebration of London, written for The BBC Singers, Choral Symphony explores all sides of this city, from the grandiose architecture and the bustling life of Fleet Street, to the darker aspects of today's poorer neighbourhoods. Jackson takes his texts from a wide range of poets, from Oscar Wilde to contemporary street rapper, George the Poet.
TFL knows the world is
TFL knows the world is your Oyster as Long as you can afford it, even though you might need to re‐ Mortgage just to get from Aldwych to Shoreditch. Inconvenient if you’re poor, which Could be expected in a tax system where the more rich get more rich. 273 times the wealth of the poorest...yet your door is Next door to the extra poor, we Look on the bright side but weʹre vexed for sure like all we Have to ourselves is sex and war, and a Lotta diversity, so what could I personally Hate a complexion for? I see different coloured Hands outstretched for more. Feel Free to come to London and still see the London Dungeon. Experience a tube of mad claustrophobics, where Food and bad posture donʹt mix and join us in Moving along to the groove of the song. What a sight to see, we could swap a nicety. Some of us feel youʹve forgotten my city but Hopefully youʹll be proving us wrong, if You can take the rough with the smooth then itʹs on. for online perusal only from London Town Let others chant a country praise, Fair river walks and meadow ways; Dearer to me my sounding days In London Town: To me the tumult of the street Is no less music, than the sweet Surge of the wind among the wheat By dale or down. from London’s progress Why how now Babel, whither wilt thou build? I see old Holborn, Charing Cross, the Strand, Are going to Saint Giles’s‐in‐the‐field; Saint Katherine’s she shakes Wapping by the hand: And Hodgson will to Highgate er’t be long. IV George the Poet (b.1991) Lionel Johnson (1867–1902)
London is not a great way from the stream; I think she means to go to Islington, To eat a mess of strawberries and cream. The city’s sure in progress, I surmise, Or going to revel it in some disorder Without the walls, without the liberties, Where she need fear nor Mayor nor Recorder. Well, say she do; ‘twere pretty, but ‘twere pity A Middlesex bailiff should arrest the City. Thomas Freeman (1590?–1630?) from Through London’s Highways Residents and visitors alike find London impossibly large in square mileage, impossibly crowded with things to be seen, traditions or memories to be recalled… from Annuls Londinium…sed copia negotiatorum et commeatuum maxime celebre… London…was much frequented by a number of merchants and trading vessels… from London for online perusal only A rumour broke through the thin smoke Enwreathing abbey, tower, and palace, The parks, the squares, the thoroughfares, The million‐peopled lanes and alleys, An ever‐muttering prisoned storm, The heart of London beating warm. Walter Jerrold (1865 –1929) Publius Cornelius Tacitus (56 –117) John Davidson (1857–1909)
