DALUYONG | Philippine Madrigal Singers

DALUYONG, for mixed choir SATB
Ily Matthew Maniano
text by Joey Vargas
feat. the Philippine Madrigal Singers
Mark Anthony Carpio, Choirmaster

commissioned by the Cultural Center of the Philippines for the Andrea O. Veneracion International Choral Festival, Manila 2017

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NOTES:
Daluyong is a tribute. It may be taken as a lamentation, a dirge for those who perished; yet also a celebration of the Filipino spirit: unshakable, stronger than the strongest storm. Daluyong has three parts: the calm before the storm, the storm, and the aftermath. The text uses blood and wateras important imageries for both life and death. The skies will have touches of red, the color of blood, every time the sun rises or sets. Common folk could tell sometimes whether a storm is coming just by looking at how bloody the skies are. The text also presents the cyclic movement of life as the sun rises every day. The sun is always a symbol of new life, new beginning.

The second verse is a combination of two interwoven verses:
a. Dambuhala, delubyo!
Dumadagundong, umaalimpuyo
ang dagsa ng daluyong.
b. Hilakbot ang sumaklot
nang humagunot
(ang) nananalantang ragasa.

This is an attempt to capture how varied people’s thoughts were during the typhoon; but the thoughts may also be taken collectively as that of fear, terror.

DALUYONG
Dugo ang kulay ng langit
habang payapa ang paghinga ng mga laot,
Sa bawat pagsilay ng sinaunang apoy
na hindi nauupos.

Dambuhala – hilakbot – delubyo – ang sumaklot,
Dumadagundong – nang humagunot – umaalimpuyo
Ang – nananalantang ragasa – dagsa ng daluyong.

Dugo ang kulay ng langit
habang payapa nang namamahinga ang mga laot,
Sa muling pagsilang ng sinaunang apoy
na nagpapatuloy.

SURGE
Blood is the color of the heavens as the open sea tranquilly breathes,
every time the inconsumable ancient fire glimpses.

Monstrous – terror – deluge – grabs,
Roars – when it bellows – howls ,
The – devastating rush – surge of the waves.

Blood is the color of the heavens as the open sea already tranquilly rests,
the next time the incessant ancient fire rises.



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