Michael Nyman
Noises, Sounds and Sweet Airs
- If by your Art, my dearest father - Catherine Bott
- Alas, poor Milan! - Ian Bostridge
- Be't to fly, to swim - Catherine Bott
- This damned witch Sycorax - Catherine Bott/Hilary Summers
- The fringed curtains of thine eye - Ian Bostridge
- There's nothing ill can dwell - Catherine Bott
- How lush and lusty the grass - Hilary Summers
- Riches, poverty, and use of service - Catherine Bott/Ian Bostridge
- Sometime like apes - Ian Bostridge
- Full many a lady I have eyed - Catherine Bott
- 'Tis a custom in the afternoon - Ian Bostridge
- I have made you mad - Catherine Bott
- You do look, my son, in a moved sort - Catherine Bott/Ian Bostridge
- At last I left them - Hilary Summers
- At this hour lie at my mercy - Ian Bostridge
- Ye elves - Hilary Summers/Ian Bostridge
- Behold, sir King - Catherine Bott/Ian Bostridge/Hilary Summers
- Sir, she is mortal - Catherine Bott
- My tricksy spirit! - Catherine Bott
- Coragio, bully-monster - Ian Bostridge
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