Alabama Sacred Harp Singers - THE LAST WORDS OF COPERNICUS

First performance: 2/03/2012


Coverinfo

Bruce Springsteen has never performed or recorded THE LAST WORDS OF COPERNICUS, but he used excerpts from Alan Lomax's recording in DEATH TO MY HOMETOWN.You can hear the sample in the musical intro to the song and in the musical breaks after every repetition of the song’s chorus. What you hear is mostly the song’s alto line at the start of the fuge, which was added to the song by S. M. Denson in 1911 .
 
 
Bruce played ' death to my hometown ' 188 times  
 
First time : 
2012-03-02 - STUDIO 6B, GE BUILDING, ROCKEFELLER CENTER, NY

Bruce once again appears on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. Following an interview, Bruce and The E Street Band are joined by Tom Morello for the live premieres of "Death To My Hometown" , accompanied by the tour horn section of Curt Ramm, Barry Danielian, Ed Manion, Jake Clemons and Clark Gayton.
 

Songinfo

THE LAST WORDS OF COPERNICUS is an old folk poem written by Philip Doddridge in 1755 and set to music by Sarah Lancaster in 1869. A performance by the Alabama Sacred Harp Singers was recorded by Alan Lomax on 12 Sep 1959 at the annual United Sacred Harp Musical Association Singing Convention in Fyffe, AL. It can now be found on Lomax's Southern Journey Volume 1: Voices From The American South and Southern Journey Volume 9: Harp Of A Thousand Strings collections. Alan Lomax was one of the great field collectors of folk music of the twentieth century, recording thousands of songs in the United States, Great Britain, Ireland, the Caribbean, Italy, and Spain. In 1959 and 1960, he embarked on field trips throughout the American South, recording over 80 hours of folk music. This was the most important of Lomax's efforts to promote traditional music
 
 
 

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Lyrics

Ye golden lamps of Heav’n farewell,
With all your feeble light:
Farewell, thou ever changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.

And thou refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames array’d,
My soul which springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thy aid.

Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,
The pavements of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall see my God.

The Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display;
Nor shall one moment’s darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into my eyes;
Nor the meridian sun decline
Amidst those brighter skies.

There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite,
And each the bliss of all shall view
With infinite delight.