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Listen To Act 1

From The Dolls Of New Albion, A Steampunk Opera

(Listen for free! If you like it, all tracks can be downloaded for  £1 if you want to own it and support the show. Or simply feed us. Just click the buy button on the track. Or buy the entire Act for only £5 here. You can also simply buy the entire 4 Act album here.)

Act 1 S1, Overture:

Act 1 S2, New Albion 1 (featuring Kayleigh McKnight):

Act 1 S3, Annabelle Raises The Dead (featuring Lauren Osborn)

Act 1 S4, Annabelle Has A Doll (featuring Lauren Osborn & Kayleigh McKnight)

Act 1 S5, Annabelle’s Lament (featuring Lauren Osborn)

Act 1 S6, We Bid The 1st Generation Adieu (featuring Kayleigh McKnight)

Steampunk music!

 

52 responses to “Listen To Act 1

  1. ReadWritePage

    August 12, 2011 at 11:21 pm

    How can I get/buy/borrow/whatever a copy of this overture?

     
  2. Natalia Corres

    September 7, 2011 at 1:00 am

    Brilliant!

    Your vocals are charming! And the music is wonderful. I cannot wait for the Opera!

     
  3. Shayne J. Cummin

    September 24, 2011 at 1:38 pm

    Hello! I came across your Steampunk Opera Overture on youtube and I think it is brilliant! I am a DJ and I perform under the name MetaVirus. I was wondering if would be able to use that song in the opening of a steampunk set I am putting together for mixcloud.com (and maybe for live performance at later date)? Mixcloud is a good promotion tool and I have a pretty diverse following. So if you are keen please get in touch with me either on my facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/djmetavirus or on soundcloud (where I will follow you now).

     
  4. Ladd F Smith

    November 11, 2011 at 4:15 am

    I love this opera, you did a good job with the songs and i cannot wait to see a fully competed project

     
  5. Jack O'Brian

    December 11, 2011 at 4:57 am

    Absolutely beautiful! I hope the completed project will be shown worldwide…?

     
  6. paulms

    December 11, 2011 at 10:34 am

    As do i. Thank you so much for the encouragement.

     
  7. Tony Turner

    December 12, 2011 at 3:47 am

    I am definitely looking forward to listening to a complete album. It is such a fascinating story and has very wonderful music.

     
  8. phyllie33

    December 24, 2011 at 5:30 pm

    It is excellent. I can’t wait for Act II.

     
  9. Sene

    December 29, 2011 at 5:53 pm

    It’s just brilliant, though, I’d be pleased if I could read the lyrics, that’s a habit of mine – when I love something I need to know the lyrics. Great work ’till now!

     
  10. Markuskus

    January 8, 2012 at 7:19 pm

    Since people want lyrics, I’ve taken the time to try and write down what I know. Please, for the love of all that is holy, add to this! Then we can have a complete lyrics sheet! ^^

    Act1: Scene 2: New Albion:

    Several hundred before,
    A gambler and a monk embarked,
    On a long trek through the endless prairies of the North.
    They had a fierce debate,
    About God, and chance, and fate,
    And to resolve it agreed a game of cards indeed be played.
    The game went on all day,
    And through the next and next they played,
    And around them a shelter was built to shield the rain.
    A street around the shelter formed,
    Then a church, a house, a bar,
    And that is how the city of New Albion was born.
    That is how the city of New Albion was born.

    New Albion today,
    With bustling streets, machines cafés,
    And the nice, the wise, the eccentric, and insane.
    The Mafias run by a red haired dwarf with just one eye,
    Whose affairs he decides with a pair of silver dice.
    Where the Zepp’lin Union’s pilots (Something) Boss resides,
    And we hear his song each afternoon as he flies by.
    There’s prisons made of led,
    And gargoyles of iron shreds.
    And Anabelle McAlistair who’s raising up the dead.
    Anabelle McAlistair who’s raising up the dead.

    (Something) Street is where the Alchemist Guild meets,
    And to join you’ll have to craft a glass pearl from a young girl’s dream.
    A group of thieves, they heard, broke in in large to steal their pearls,
    But in the morning they were found there sitting staring unperturbed.
    The Twilight thought they say,
    An aphrodisiac contains,
    Nonsense, but, yet they populate in doorways anyway.
    There’s inventors and inbred,
    In upper classes, it’s been said.
    And Anabelle McAlistair who’s raising up the dead.
    Anabaelle McAlistaur who’s raising up the dead.
    Clever little Anabella with her clever head.
    Oh, Anabelle McAlistair who’s raising up the dead.

     
  11. paulms

    January 8, 2012 at 7:23 pm

    Oh. My. God. Markuskus… i can’t believe you’ve taken all the time and trouble to work out and write down the lyrics. Dude… that’s amazing. And i feel like a complete douchebag because i have the damn things right here and can cut and paste. I…. hadn’t realized you folks were so serious about wanting lyrics.

    Here you go, the entire lyrics to Act 1:

     
  12. paulms

    January 8, 2012 at 7:30 pm

    New Albion 1

    Narrator:
    Several hundred years before
    A gambler and a monk embarked
    On a long trek through the endless prairies of the North
    They had a fierce debate
    About ¬¬Gd and chance and fate
    and to resolve it agreed a game of cards indeed be played

    The game went on all day
    And through the next and next they played
    And around them a shelter was built to shield the rain
    A street aRround the shelter formed
    Then a church, a house, a bar
    And that is how the city of New Albion was born
    ………………..
    New Albion today
    With bustling streets, machines, cafes
    And the nice, the wise, the eccentric and insane
    The Mafia’s run by
    A red haired dwarf with just one eye
    Whose affairs he decides with a pair of silver dice

    Over the Zeppelin Union Pilots
    A castrati boss presides
    And we hear his song each afternoon as he flies by
    There’s prisons made of lead
    And gargoyles of iron shreds
    And Annabel McAlistair who’s raising up the dead
    Annabel McAlistair who’s raising up the dead
    ……………….

    The Lodge on Ashland Street
    Is where the Alchemists Guild meets
    And to join you have to craft a glass pearl from a young girl’s dream
    A group of thieves they heard
    Broke in the lodge to steal the pearls
    But In the morning they were found there sitting staring unperturbed

    The twilight fog they say
    An aphrodisiac contains
    Nonsense, but yet they copulate in doorways anyway
    There’s inventors and inbred
    In upper class it’s been said
    And Annabel McAlistair who’s raising up the dead.
    Annabel McAlistair who’s raising up the dead.

    Annabelle Raises The Dead

    Annabelle:
    Winding all the dials and the wires and the spires and the
    tests for the connections and injections still to run
    Capacitors and meters and the alkali and beakers
    The restating of equations for the phase about to come

    Please come back, to me there’s so much we could be
    Please come back, with voltage i invoke
    Please come back, from empty cracks and berths of black
    Come to me, i’m summoning the Ghost

    Be my angel, be my angel
    Be my angel, rescue me
    be my angel, be my angel
    be an angel be with me

    chorus:
    please come back from bowels of black
    from silent shores to me once more
    through veils and gates and seas of slate
    to blood wet moors where i await ashore

    Years of all my theories and hypothesis and inquiries
    No gathering cadavers and they kicked me out of school
    All alone with theorems and experiments and endless tests
    Years in labs and numberlands but now i’ve reached the goal

    Please come back, so we can have a life at last
    Please come back, i grab at heaven’s throat
    Please come back, i beckon, beg and cry and laugh
    Come to me, i’m summoning the Ghost

    Be my angel, be my angel
    Be my angel, rescue me
    be my angel, be my angel
    be an angel be with me

    chorus:
    please come back from bowels of black
    from silent shores to me once more
    through veils and gates and seas of slate
    to blood wet moors where i await ashore

    please come, speak to me
    please come, speak to me
    all the things, we can share and conceive
    if you’ll come, speak to me

    i remember you from school
    you were dashing and i so uncool
    you didn’t know i was alive until that one night
    we spoke and you kissed me

    But then i, was expelled
    You married, her as well
    and no w you have died, but i can bring you back to life
    and then soon you’ll, speak to me

    Be my angel, be my angel
    Be my angel, rescue me
    be my angel, be my angel
    be an angel be with me (etc)

    Please come back, so we can have a life at last
    Please come back, i grab at heaven’s throat
    Please come back, i beckon, beg and cry and laugh
    Come to me, i’m summoning the Ghost

    chorus:
    please come back from bowels of black
    from silent shores to me once more
    through veils and gates and seas of slate
    to blood wet moors where i await ashore

    Annabelle Has A Doll

    Narrator:
    And so around 3 am,
    a recently deceased man
    Found himself wound in the land of living again

    Bound in a body,
    of gears and wheels but oddly
    He has no voice and his steel joints barely can bend

    The one sound he makes in fact
    He streams radio broadcasts
    He plays a country station if you give him a pat

    Our dearest Annabel is
    Quite thrilled and ecstatic
    She has a friend who just was dead and yet she brought back
    ……………….

    What may please does not content
    all resolves but never ends
    all that comforts is not true
    all you love does not love you

    Annabelle:
    i have a dolly and we like to go on walks
    we like to stroll around the park all while he listens to me talk
    about the people and the places that i never got to see
    because i wouldn’t leave my house, but that’s before he was with me

    we share a world, which is wonderful to see it’s like a dream
    where no one calls me failure if i don’t succeed

    i have a dolly it’s like flowers in the spring
    and but no matter how i talk to him he never says a thing…

    ………………..

    I have a dolly and he goes with me outside
    which used to be a problem for me oh but now i never mind
    Ice cream and carriages i always thought were nice
    but never had someone to share them with because the lab’s my life

    Annabel no friends you must be brilliant and the best
    you must be better and industrious, or you are worthless

    But now i have dolly a dear friend with whom i go
    out for walk and talks but he’s mute and just plays the radio

    Jasper: (composer’s note, this section is changed for future versions and will exist like this only for these demo recordings)
    It’s another hapless end
    It’s another song unsent, it’s just one sigh of
    why’d you bring me here again?

    Annabelle:
    I have a dolly who can keep me company
    we go to shows, parades and cabarets though people stare at me
    But i’ve shown that i am brilliant and i’ve conquered life and death
    the only thing my father said is that one must be a success

    And now i’ve got a friend, a silent clockwork double
    who can be there for me to lean on when i feel sad and troubled

    I have a dolly, and he’s very stabling if not a little just too distant
    cause he never says a thing….

    Narrator:
    What may please does not content
    all resolves but never ends
    all that comforts is not true
    all you love does not love you

    what you hold may wish to go
    what you believe may not be so
    all that brings you piece of mind
    may not stay for a long time

    Jasper:
    It’s another hapless end
    It’s another song unsent, it’s just one sigh of
    why’d you bring me here, darling why’d you bring me here
    Oh why’d you bring me here again?

    Annabelle’s Lament

    Annabelle:
    Ghosts of dreams, ghosts of memory
    that will not leave, or lay in quiet
    Ghosts that cry, about the life
    you let go by

    Ghosts of pasts, of little girls who
    learned their math, grasped their facts
    Tried their best, to reach success
    just as she was asked

    The girl learns to hide, deep inside
    of fractions and facts and worlds of maths
    A long lonely land she can understand
    Annabel in Numberland

    You could have Been my angel
    been my angel, been my angel and been with me
    you could have Been my angel
    been my angel, been my angel and rescued me

    ………………………………………

    Ghosts of love, you never knew, you
    just construed like well penned plays
    Ghosts of scenes, embraces, things
    you only knew in dreamt up days

    Ghosts of frowns, for little girls when
    friends came round to waste her time
    Ghosts of creeds, rebukes received
    Children are not what achievers need

    Fractions and math, sweet companions,
    equations and facts who always stand
    by as you go your road alone
    Annabel in Numberland

    You could have Been my angel
    been my angel, been my angel and been with me
    you could have Been my angel
    been my angel, been my angel and rescued me

    ……………………………………………

    Ghosts of me, ghosts of who
    i could be and been with you
    Ghosts of dreams, of who you thought
    you’d one day be when you grew up

    Ghosts of breath, of little girls
    who promised, stressed they’d be their best
    Ghosts of days that fade away
    as failure holds your hand til Death

    and deep in the place, you escape where
    theorems and thoughts your hopes and plans
    all are derailed and then you failed them
    Annabel in Numberland

    Liquids and labs, fractions and facts,
    is all you had, all that you understand
    and as you age all that remain with
    Annabel in Numberland

    You could have Been my angel
    been my angel, been my angel and been with me
    you could have Been my angel
    been my angel, been my angel and rescued me

    We Bid The First Generation Adieu

    Narrator:
    So annabella destroys her
    Doll, her beloved toy boy
    And takes all the notes that she made and packs them away

    Thus annabella vows that she
    Won’t tell a soul and stay lonely
    Defeated now she sadly creeps back to her lab

    Thus friends we bid adieu to
    The 1st generation, but don’t move
    We’ve 3 more Acts to get through, so come let’s ensue

    The future beckons and won’t wait the
    Next generation’s on it’s way
    Dead things and broken love stories for us await

     
  13. Markuskus

    January 8, 2012 at 9:20 pm

    Oh, don’t feel like a douche-bag! Just promise me you’ll let me download all these songs for free sometime soon. I swear, I’ve looked all over, but they’re not even on Pirate Bay.:/

    Either that, or keep being awesome. Either or, really. ^^

     
  14. Zachary

    January 8, 2012 at 9:27 pm

    Wow, this is excellent! I was suggested the opera by Markuskus. I’ve been listening to it non stop, And thank you so much for writing out the lyrics, now I can sing along and be assured even if I sing awfully, I’m singing the correct song!

     
  15. Markuskus

    January 8, 2012 at 9:35 pm

    Just noticing… “So we can have a life at last” isn’t “Have a life of lust”. Dear Lord, I’ve been perverting Annabelle! *Sobs* I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… But that’s what I thought it said!

     
  16. Zachary

    January 8, 2012 at 9:44 pm

    Sick man…

     
  17. Markuskus

    January 8, 2012 at 10:18 pm

    I bet we’ve scared off the Composer-man… Either that, or I’ve offended him with my asking for free copies. *Sighs* It was worth a try. I suppose I’ll have to use money and…. *Sobs* -Buy- them. They’re worth it though. And if it’s supporting Mister Composer-Man, then it’s all good!

    Get Act 2-4 up! I’m dying to see them! I want to know how Edgar and Byron, and that other weird woman thing are! *Flails in curiosity.*

     
  18. paulms

    January 8, 2012 at 11:28 pm

    1. Shame on you despoiling poor Annabelle’s honor like that.

    2. The moment vocals for 2-4 are recording they’ll be up. It’ll be before Easter. The first performances will be around that time and prior to that i’ll travel back to England and record the vocalists singing the entire remaining 3 acts. Trust me, i’d do it tomorrow if i could, but it has to wait 2 months.

     
  19. Markuskus

    January 8, 2012 at 11:49 pm

    Hmm… A friend and I are curious. Will this ever be performed? That is to say, will you ever get on a stage, and flaunt yourselves in all manner of spectacular acting, with fantastical effects?

     
  20. paulms

    January 9, 2012 at 12:01 am

    Absolutely. A director i know in London contacted me an asked if i would write a show, whatever i wanted. I said A Steampunk Opera and then made it. He said great. It will indeed be performed.

    The first few performances, which are more to work it all out and thus will be pretty sparse in bells and whistles, will be around Easter in London. After that, performances, especially some key festivals to get it picked up by people with money who are looking to finance new and interesting shows, will be done aggressively.

    I am fortunate in that when i did the first act recordings, arranged by the director (Mark Swetz), the company he hooked up with to supply the vocalists liked what was done, as did the performers and now there is a team of theatrical people involved who are working to plan and build the show into something with some legs.

     
  21. Markuskus

    January 9, 2012 at 12:03 am

    Please… Oh, please, come to Belfast. If you do, I’ll personally hug you. That’s right! I’ll hug you. Certainly, you can’t say no now, can you?

     
  22. Markuskus

    January 9, 2012 at 12:04 am

    If you don’t though, I’ll still fly to London. Just don’t expect a hug or anything.

     
  23. paulms

    January 9, 2012 at 12:06 am

    Since i’m Irish i would kill to go and perform in Ireland. AND, since i intend to conquer the world with this show, we MUST play in Belfast, otherwise the world is not conquered.

     
  24. Markuskus

    January 9, 2012 at 12:12 am

    All the more reason! Mister Composer-Man, you -have- to come here now! Why, if you don’t, it’d just be a huge insult to your heritage! And we don’t want anyone to be insulted… Especially not the Irish. I hear the English once insulted the Irish. A ghastly business was made afterwards, but I don’t know much about it.

    Perhaps you could consider Coleraine Riverside too! Then you’d be able to take away almost all my driving, and I have several… *Look around suspiciously* Contacts… In that theatre. I’m assured, from passing comments to this mysterious entity, that there could easily be 200 people could easily be made to go. Just… Mum’s the word, okay? *Taps nose.*

    If not, still come to Belfast. I’ll be there, singing my heart out as you conquer Northern Ireland with beautiful music about a woman raising a dead man to satiate her lusts (or life, whatever way you hear it.)

     
  25. Seonie

    January 9, 2012 at 12:16 am

    AHHH this is rather awesome🙂

     
  26. Zachary

    January 9, 2012 at 4:30 pm

    I live in Liverpool, it’s okay, I wont ask you to come here, that’d be cruel….

     
  27. Markuskus

    January 11, 2012 at 8:12 pm

    … Mister Composer-Man Paul Person Thing, since you’re now the god of all things Steampunk, do you think you could, you know, go somewhere and have New Albion built? I’m just saying that I’d move into it straight away, and even bring with me some fine upper class clothes… Just give me a nice big house somewhere, with a flying penny farthing, and I’ll be happy.

    Maybe more on topic for the songs, since I think I’ve gone off… Wonderful music! I loved it all! Make more quickly! Chop chop! Russian Mary Poppins won’t keep me happy forever!

     
    • paulms

      January 11, 2012 at 10:47 pm

      While you wait until April (yeah, April. Sorry. But plans were set in stone today to finish the recordings in April) maybe you’d like this other show i made. Different beast but who knows? http://mochalab.bandcamp.com/album/the-fallen

       
  28. Markuskus

    January 11, 2012 at 11:13 pm

    … Why can I not write music? *Sighs* One day I’ll write a novel, however, and then I’ll be a super millionaire. Do try and save these silly, terribly annoying ramblings I’ve given you over the past few days. When I’m more successful that Rowling, you’ll be able to brag that you spoke to me (instead of the other way round.) Also, when you come to Belfast – yes, I’ve decided for you that you are. I feel I can do this without crossing any borders – you can say “Oh look! There goes that guy from the internet! He posted some lyrics once. He’s so fantastically awesome, I think I’ll give him several copies of my Steampunk Opera for free on CD.” Or something to that effect (or is it affect? Either or.)

    Hmm… Yes, this “Fallen” is quite nice. It’s very different, but I like it! I prefer the artwork for the cover thing though.

    Oh, and last annoying comment that you’re probably dreading of the day! Give Osborn and McKnight a high five or something. Their voices are so marvellously enchanting, and their accents are lovely! *Hums New Albion over and over.*

     
  29. Zachary

    January 13, 2012 at 4:41 pm

    Mark, I’ll respect you when you’re more successful than Shakespeare until then, we can live in New Albion together.

     
  30. Farfegnugen

    January 14, 2012 at 6:30 am

    From Calgary, Canada, please receive all the fond wishes, thanks, and dearest hopes to see this amazing work of art performed so that the Calgary Steampunk Assemblage can turn out in force and see it for themselves. This is amazing. YOU are amazing. Thank you so much!

     
  31. Will

    January 15, 2012 at 11:32 am

    This may be a odd question… but will there be Karaoke versions of these songs in the near future?

     
  32. barbaraelka

    January 23, 2012 at 10:48 pm

    “Absolutely. A director i know in London contacted me an asked if i would write a show, whatever i wanted. I said A Steampunk Opera and then made it. He said great. It will indeed be performed”

    …keep us posted, please

     
  33. lauren

    February 1, 2012 at 4:11 pm

    woooh havent listened to these for a while!! looking forward to working with you again paul :D:D

     
  34. koshka

    March 22, 2012 at 5:18 pm

    hello! Please let me know,where can I buy this opera? thanks

     
  35. paulms

    March 22, 2012 at 9:25 pm

    You can purchase the entire 1st act here: http://mochalab.bandcamp.com/album/the-steampunk-opera-act-1

    The rest of it, the entire opera in its entirety will be available May 1st. It will be trumpeted all across this blog along with info of where you can purchase it. (Bandcamp definitely along with itunes and amazon, etc.)

     
  36. Mr G

    March 23, 2012 at 12:36 pm

    Having only just discovered the opera, and having instantly fallen in love with it, I am glad I only have to wait a month and a bit for buy the whole thing, any longer would be torture…

     
  37. Wolf

    April 29, 2012 at 7:02 pm

    are these all of the music on the album Act I ??

     
  38. paulms

    April 29, 2012 at 7:13 pm

    The music makes up the entire 1st Act of a 4 Act album/show. The full album is currently being mixed and mastered and will be available in a couple weeks.

     
    • Wolf

      April 29, 2012 at 7:18 pm

      Thanks!!

       
    • Favole Ventrue

      July 21, 2012 at 8:18 am

      I am really looking forward to that! Do have a date when it will be available? May 1st is long time gone…

      Your music is just amazing! Will there be a CD version or only download?

       
  39. Favole Ventrue

    July 21, 2012 at 8:20 am

    Ok, I found it. But when will it be on ITunes or Amazon?

     
    • paulms

      July 21, 2012 at 9:28 pm

      I honestly have no idea. I recommend downloading from Bandcamp. It’s wonderful and trustable site.

       
  40. paulms

    November 2, 2012 at 9:30 am

    For the record, it is indeed on iTunes and Amazon.

     
  41. Sakura

    April 23, 2013 at 11:22 pm

    If I’m correct on this, is the scene where Priscilla and Jasper play cards an allusion to the gambler and the monk from the first act? I suppose Jasper would be the monk, as he makes a sacrifice of his personal elysium, death, so as to make sure Priscilla stays alive. Priscilla would be the gambler, as she is making the gamble that death is the only way to make both of them happy. Or perhaps I’m reading too far into it?

     
  42. paulms

    April 23, 2013 at 11:26 pm

    YES!!!! Omg thank you for that. Many don’t get that, and that’s okay, i know it’s a small stretch to catch. Out of those that get it few correctly identify who is who. You are absolutely correct. Priscilla and Jasper are the reincarnation of the gambler and the monk, back to finish the game, and Pris is indeed the gambler and jasper is indeed the monk.

     
  43. Milana

    May 22, 2013 at 8:16 pm

    I was wondering if this was a purely musical opera, or if there were visuals to it as well. As a dabbler in the love of steampunk, I found this fascinating. And brilliant. And beautiful.

     
  44. landon1598

    August 24, 2014 at 4:00 pm

    I ♥ New Albion!

     
  45. Andrea R. Black

    February 18, 2016 at 1:51 am

    A!MAZING! Thanks for sharing!!

     
  46. MGKC

    August 25, 2016 at 7:36 am

    I’m summoning the ghost.

     

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