Ai Horton, "Laments for a Modern World

Appendix B: Texts of Laments for a Modern World

“Carry Me”,  Laments for a Modern World, No.1 (premiered 2023, online)

Composer: Ai Horton (b. 1997)

Librettist: Anna Eastland (b. 1980)


You carry me above the waters

lest I drown in my sorrows

 

And it is safe

to let my heart break

because it falls

into your hands

 

And though it feels

shattered and broken

yet your love

my heart can heal

 

So carry me

above the waters

and make my heart

arise anew

“Sharks”, Laments for a Modern World, No. 2 (premiered 2023, online)

Composer: Ai Horton (b. 1997)

Librettist: Tim Tim Chen (b. 1993)

 

Inside me, inside me,

the world was too loud.

Highways contracted and

spat out nails on the ground.

 

My child, my child,

grapple with my dark,

my fury throbbing

in the mouth of a shark.

 

Inside me, inside me,

the world was not the same.

Cops dragged me by the hair.

Ambulances never came.

 

My child, my child,

grapple with my dark,

my fury throbbing

in the mouth of a shark.

“Autumn Oud” Laments for a Modern World, No. 3 (premiered 2023, online)

Composer: Ai Horton (b. 1997)

Librettist: Tom Clark (born c. 1974)

 

I am that sorrow

you dreamt of yesterday,

oh pillowfriend, apple

of my streaming eye.

 

My childhood was filled

with what all dreams become

in the long run, filled as

your two cupped hands poured on.

 

I invite all friends

to partake of mine without

discrimination, bringing

here each one as one.

 

Since one is all,

this, then, is my call:

does your sorrow last?  Weep in me!

Foreign leaves must fall.

“something pulls me up”, Laments for a Modern World, No. 4 (premiered 2023, online)

Composer: Ai Horton (b. 1997)

Librettist: Tanisha Nuttall (b. 1994)

 

I stand on the shore, dipping my toes 

Knowing I’m much farther out there, in the unknown 

 

It’s always been this way, you see 

My body is here 

But my mind roams free 

 

The storms get weary and I’m about to give up 

I start to sink under but something pulls me up 

 

Maybe it’s remembering my feet, sinking into the sand  

But most times it’s my loved ones, who put out their hand.