(혼자서 Quartet) <Come Heavy Sleep>, <Can She Excuse> by J. Dowland

장마가 끝난 듯 아닌 듯... 무덥고 습한 여름의 한가운데, 문 꼭꼭 닫고 에어컨 켜고 앉아 녹음. 르네상스 시대 영국 John Dowland의 두 곡을 골랐다(기 보다는... 기타 4중주로 편곡된 게 거의 없다.) 마침 이 둘은 Dowland 중 내가 제일 좋아하는 곡들이다. YouTube에 여러 버전으로도 있는 걸 보면 많은 사람들이 애주하는 곡들임이 분명하지만 지금까지 녹음한 곡들 중 가장 박자가 고생스러웠다는...ㅜ.ㅜ 

 

John Dowland의 곡은 처음엔 정이 안 가는 편이지만 듣다 보면 중독으로 빠지는 묘한 매력이 있다. Dowland는 워낙 작곡도 많이 했고, 류트 음악에서 차지하는 비중을 여기서 달랑 몇 줄로 쓰는 게 불가능한 사람이라 그에 대해선 천천히 자료를 찾으며 공부하는 걸로...

 

<Come, Heavy Sleep> by John Dowland Arr. by Gary Kerr (Recorded on August 2, 2017)

 

<Can She Excuse> by John Dowland Arr. by Gary Kerr  (Recorded on August 2, 2017)

 

이 곡을 소시적 Julian Bream Consort의 일본 도쿄 공연 영상에서 보고 뿅 갔었다. <The Earl of Essex Galliard>로도 불리기도 한다. 유튜브 위치: https://youtu.be/ZbpJoLUmPdY 

 

Come_Heavy_Sleep_for_Guitar_Quartet_John_Dowland.pdf

Can_She_Excuse_for_Guitar_Quartet_John_Dowland.pdf

 

<Come, Heavy Sleep>

 

Come, heavy Sleep the image of true Death;

And close up these my weary weeping eyes:

Whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath,

And tears my heart with Sorrow's sigh-swoll'n cries:

Come and possess my tired thought-worn soul,

That living dies, till thou on me be stole.

 

Come shadow of my end, and shape of rest,

Allied to Death, child to his black-fac'd Night:

Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast,

Whose waking fancies do my mind affright.

O come sweet Sleep; come or I die for ever:

Come ere my last sleep comes, or come never.

 

<Can She Excuse>

 

Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?

Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?

Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?

Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?

 

No no: where shadows do for bodies stand,

Thou may'st be abus'd if thy sight be dim.

Cold love is like to words written on sand,

Or to bubbles which on the water swim.

 

Wilt thou be thus abused still,

Seeing that she will right thee never?

If thou canst not o'ercome her will

The love will be thus fruitless ever.

 

Was I so base, that I might not aspire

Unto those high joys which she holds from me?

As they are high , so high is my desire:

If she this deny, what can granted be?

 

If she will yeld to that which reason is,

It is Reason's will that Love should be just.

Dear make me happy still be granting this,

Or cut off delays if that die I must.

 

Better a thousand times to die,

Than for to live thus still tormented:

Dear, but remember it was I

Who for thy sake did die contended.