THE PARK

Deep Blue Ocean for two pianos
Duration: 12'
Publisher: Bill Holab Music: http://www.billholabmusic.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=938
Online Perusal Score: https://issuu.com/robertpaterson/docs/deep_blue_ocean_-_fs-bound
For More Information: https://robertpaterson.com/deep-blue-ocean

PROGRAM NOTES
Although Deep Blue Ocean is not meant to be overtly programmatic, I thought it would be wonderful to explore the oceanic depths, so during a trip to the Gulf of Mexico I became a certified scuba diver. I was truly inspired, whether by the large rolling waves on the open sea, the delicate back and forth of beds of seaweed, the vibrant colors of fish clustering around cities of coral, or the beams of sunlight that cascade over the ocean’s surface.

I was also inspired by my four year old son Dylan: his name means ocean or god of the seas in Welsh; he is an Aquarius, which means the water bearer; he is an excellent swimmer, and he loves listening to a movement of one of my choral works entitled Infinite Oceans.

While writing this piece, I could not have known that the worst oil spill in U.S. history would occur just north of where I visited. The darker moments in this work are the result of this tragedy. It is in three connected movements: The Darkness Below, Sunbeams and Waterfalls, and Accents and Waves.

Deep Blue Ocean is written for Steven Gosling and Blair McMillen of the American Modern Ensemble and is dedicated to my son Dylan.

Powerhouse Pianists II

Deep Blue Ocean - II. Sunbeams And Waterfalls

It's a song about wandering around fields,   surrounded by Cows. There are bits and melodies from two famous songs interpolated into it. One is obvious, I wonder if anyone will notice the other.

LYRICS

You wander around.
Surrounded by cows.
There's a smile on your face, but a danger that you will not ever come down.
You see no way no out.
Intense on the ground.
Searching for something or nothing or one thing, that will get you out. 

You were never around.
You never came down.
The look on her face, put you in your place, oh, its so familiar.
You stare at the cows.
Avoiding the house.
You wander around and around and around, oh you wander around. 

The touch of her hand.
When you first began.
To call her your girl, and to make her your world, oh the memory is similar.
In them days left behind.
There's treasure to find. 
You cannot clear your mind, oh your mind, oh your mind, no you can't clear your mind. 

The shortest of falls.
Just forget it all.
It's not like you made it that high in the first place, just forget it all.
A search for a high.
A wave of goodbye.
If you can only avoid all the cows, oh the cows, oh the cows. 

A letting it go.
A thing you cant know.
A getting the joke after everything else has just gone up in smoke.
You wander around.
You stare at the ground.
What you wanting to find, oh to find, oh to find, what you wanting to find? 

You wander around.
Surrounded by cows.
There's a smile on your face, but a danger that you will not ever come down.
You see no way no out.
In tents on the ground,
Searching for something or nothing or one thing, that will get you out. 

Up above the streets and houses.
Rainbow flying high.
Everyone can see it smiling.
Over the sky.
Paint the whole world with a rainbow.


Cows (Around)

Well you move to the left
Then you move to the right
But you know you’ve been born
And given this life
You say you like it
Cos you’re a toddler

As you grow you get hurt
By the ones who love you most
As the pain seeps right in
Its covered by your ghosts
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna A few years older


And you find yourself some love
And you move into a box
Next thing you have some kids
And your head hurts a lot
Howl at the moonlight
As you oughta

And then your marriage ends
And youre sitting all alone
Making doodles and strange art
for your gravestone
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna A few years older

And I would love to break this spell
But time keeps moving I’m going down this well

The Well

Just some snakes in the grass.
Slithering out in the road as you pass.
Fragments deep in the past.
You move on.

Like a cat in a bag.
Like a young lad on tag.
Like a wrinkled old hag.
Who belongs?

Take me away from it all.
Drag me up out of the squall.

Just a thorn in your side.
A lion sits watching and waiting besides.
Found a good place to hide.
Waiting on.

A teenager acting their age.
Considering things like a bird in a cage.
An empty box filled up with rage.
For no one.

Take me away from it all.
Take me away from the squall.
Take me away by the hand
Take me away from the land.
When we go...

...Sailing, on the sea.
We'll go sailing.
Just you and me.

Yeah, we go sailing.
From the land.
Yeah, we'll go sailing. 
Just take my hand.

We go sailing on the waves.
We go sailing, feeling brave,
and the warm sun will heat our bones.
As we go sailing, we alone.

Sailing on the sea.
We go sailing. 
Just you and me.
Yeah, we go sailing.
From the land.
Yeah, we'll go sailing.
Just take my hand.

Snakes/Sailing

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Where iron once carved its frozen claim,
we scatter seeds in silenced veins.
A breath reclaims what steel denied,
soft roots emerge, the ground untied.

This land forgets the taste of steel,
the lines that bound, the blades that sealed.
Now quiet fills with woven threads—
we rise where rusted memory bled.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

Where famine etched the earth in lines,
we plant what lives through buried signs.
Soft tendrils trace what scars betray—
an unseen thread, a breath, a sway.

No hands define this endless sprawl,
no map, no mark, no claim at all.
Where silence pooled, new voices breathe,
one vital crust, in strands we weave.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

From rusted veins, soft shoots arise,
old chains dissolve, beneath wide skies.
Through fractured stone, new fibers speak—
a language formed, both fierce and meek.

We cast flowers upon hushed remains, where loss unwinds, where breath sustains.
Each scar, a mark of shared release—
bare earth, bare soul, our quiet peace.
In common ground, we come anew—
each step, a world reformed as true.

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Cows (Around)

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