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The Great God Pan: An Opera in Two Acts (The Workshop Versions)

Sarah Thompson Johansen
Ross Michael Crean

Story

"Gethsemane" is Helen's aria from Ross Crean's opera, "The Great God Pan", based of off Arthur Machen's iconic horror novella. Here, Helen is praying to Pan for his help in her plan to bring a new age to the Victorian world of London and beyond. Sung by Sarah Thompson Johansen, Soprano. 

Copyright 2015 Ross Crean/Knight & Thorne Music/ASCAP. All Rights Reserved.

 

Lyrics

Lord of the Wood,
Keeper of field and pasture,
Wind in the Willows,
All alone, yet all-encompassing,
Please hear me,
Horned one, Lover, Father.
Come through from night
And over the ocean!
With blessed tidings 
Greet this night.
Shackles of this Iron Age
Kept us from our very own Arcadia,
But now...

We rise,
To turn the tides of such esteem,
That lead these blind ones to grieve
The longings that were freely given them,
So now they fear true sovereignty.

...And we will free them.
They will know pleasures
That can only come
From the Wood.

Nicole Diana Chamberlin
Ross Michael Crean

Story

"Helen's Prophecy Before the Fall" is Helen's final aria from Ross Crean's opera, "The Great God Pan", based of off Arthur Machen's iconic horror novella. Here, Helen is faced with an ultimatum by Villiers, Clarke, and Austin, to hang herself or suffer exposure for her deeds. Sung by Nicole Diana Chamberlin, Soprano. Pianists: John Cockerill and Stephen Uhl. Visit www.rosscrean.com for more information.

Copyright 2015 Ross Crean/Knight & Thorne/ASCAP

Lyrics

So this is my betrayal,
And you, my Judas Iscariot!
You Pharisees!
Please open your eyes,
See the true dark night!
See the starry skies!
See the one true Harbinger of Light!

We will raise the living dead
Through the power of horned head,
Cloven foot and revelry.
Thus the Lord of Trickery will
Set this mortal coil on fire
With every succulent desire.
Pan is all, and all is Pan,
And we will hence return again!

 

 

Erin Moll
Ross Michael Crean

Story

"In the Garden" is Rachel's aria from Ross Crean's opera, "The Great God Pan", based of off Arthur Machen's iconic horror novella. Here, Rachel, a childhood friend and of Helen's, is in the Wood searching for her mysterious companion. Sung by Erin Moll, Mezzo-Soprano. Prepared piano accompaniment by Stephen Uhl. 

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Lyrics

Are you fair, or more like me,
Ugly as jimson weed?
The strongest seas can't wash away
The poisons left in me.

Well, I can't stand on solid ground
Without you haunting me...
Without you holding me.

Are you here, blending within
The trembling burning bushes?
The movements just give you away,
So I'll remain here amongst the flowers and the thrushes,
Til you come up from your hiding place.

And I'll remain in slumber
Through the thoughtless snow's mistakes.
And just in case the chill does break,
I'll stand here, still, awake.

Matt Peckham
Ross Michael Crean

Story

"The First Fragment" is Clarke's aria from Ross Crean's opera, "The Great God Pan", based of off Arthur Machen's iconic horror novella. Here, Clarke describes in his letter to Raymond, the demise of Helen and the aftereffects of the event. Sung by Matt Peckham, Tenor. Piano accompaniment by John Cockerill. 

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Lyrics

Whether science would benefit
From this account, I'd rather doubt it.
You see, Doctor Raymond,
I should not say what I saw that night.
In Death, she lay like ink,
All black and formless,
Changing from form to form,
Sex to sex,
Then to beasts from which it ascended.
That same form, which laid
In those same silent fields of wildflowers,
Which held Rachel's virginal hand.

Twas not lovely Mary,
But in her last breath,
Mary's eyes looked into mine.

This is my final chapter
Of my Memoir to Prove the Existence of the Devil,
And I've succeeded.
...and I've succeeded.

Erin Moll & Daniel Johanson
Ross Michael Crean

Story

"The Second Fragment" is Austin & Villiers' duet from Ross Crean's opera, "The Great God Pan", based of off Arthur Machen's iconic horror novella. Here, Austin & Villiers tell of their trip to the Welsh town of Caermaen, where the original horrific events of Helen's youth took place, as well as the ancient discoveries they find hidden there. Sung by Erin Moll, Mezzo-Soprano, and Daniel Johanson, Bass-Baritone. Piano accompaniment by John Cockerill and Prepared Piano by Stephen Uhl.

Copyright 2015 Ross Crean/Knight & Thorne Music/ASCAP. All Rights Reserved.

Lyrics

Austin: 
Ever curious, and in reading Clarke's Memoir,
We traveled to the town of Caermaen,
Where the first events took place.

Villiers:
Things have changed there as the time passed,
And the villagers know nothing of what happened there,
In those infernal fields,
Where the sun shines warm upon
Those cursed incidents.

Austin:
There is now a museum for the Roman remains.
It was there that we saw a stone square pillar,
Which was found by the Old Roman Road.

Villiers:
On the side of the pillar, an inscription,
But no one could tell us where the carvings were made.

Austin:
It said "To the great god Nodens,
God of the great abyss.
Flavius Senilis built this pillar
To exalt the marriage which resolved beneath the shade.

Chris Anderson
Ross Michael Crean

Story

"The Third Fragment" is Raymond's aria from Ross Crean's opera, "The Great God Pan", based of off Arthur Machen's iconic horror novella. Here, Raymond is writing his accounts of bringing up Helen, as well as his assistance in her existence on this plain. Sung by Chris Anderson, Baritone. 

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Lyrics

My Dear Clarke,
Nothing you've written has surprised me.
Your drawings, and the actual face;
The likeness is astounding,
But you've seen Helen's mother.
So much woe began that summer.
Mary saw the Great God Pan,
And she laid with the Great God Pan.
Helen Vaughan was born nine months from that night.

You were right to call me a fool,
For when the when the house of life is thrown open,
There may enter what we have no name for,
And flesh may become the veil for the thing with no name.
The evils you've have witnessed surprised me but little.
I knew what I invited the moment it was born.

I gave it playmates.
You can guess what kind.
Each one had ended in blood incarnate.
I could bear it no longer,
So I sent it away.

She just wanted playmates,
More doorways to usher in the Great God Pan.
We shall ne'er see the Great God Pan.
You've closed the door,
Sent her back,
And now Helen's with her companions.