From e62a87bcd2893dbf3366a3047fc613dd91ce99ee Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Andrew Miner <andrewminer@mac.com>
Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2017 21:47:34 -0700
Subject: [PATCH] Add Bui Doi from Miss Siagon

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 src/scores/clarinet-solo/bui-doi.ly | 140 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 1 file changed, 140 insertions(+)
 create mode 100644 src/scores/clarinet-solo/bui-doi.ly

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+% Copied from "Easy Piano: Miss Siagon"
+% pgs. 62-65
+
+\include "globals.ly"
+
+\header {
+    title = "Bui Doi"
+    composer = "music by Claude-Michel Schönberg"
+    poet = "lyrics by Alain Boublil"
+}
+
+atempo = \markup \italic \fontsize #-1 "a tempo"
+john = \markup { \bold \fontsize #-1 "JOHN:" }
+men = \markup { \bold \fontsize #-1 "MEN:" }
+rit = \markup \italic \fontsize #-1 "rit."
+
+melody = \relative c'' {
+    \tempo "Moderately slow"
+    \key c \major
+    \numericTimeSignature \time 4/4
+
+    % pg 62
+    \repeat volta 2 {
+        r8 g g g g g( \tuplet 3/2 { g) g g } |
+        g4( \tuplet 3/2 { g8) g g } g g \tuplet 3/2 { g a b } | c4. c,8 c c c a' |
+        a4 \tuplet 3/2 { a8 g a } g4 d8 f | g4 r2. | r8 g g g g g( \tuplet 3/2 { g) g g } |
+        g4 \tuplet 3/2 { g8 g g } g g a b | c4 \tuplet 3/2 { c8 c c } c b c e |
+
+        % pg 63
+        e8 d4 d8 d a b c | d2 r8 g, e' d |
+        c2 r8 g f' e | d2 r8 g, g' f | e2 r8 c c' b |
+        a2 r8 a8 a a | a8 g4 c8 g f4 f8 |
+        \tuplet 3/2 { e8 ds e } \tuplet 3/2 { gs e d } c4 \tuplet 3/2 { c8 b c } | d4 \tuplet 3/2 { c8 b c } e4 \tuplet 3/2 { e8 e e } |
+
+        % pg 64
+        \time 2/4 e8 d d c | \time 4/4 c4. r8 r2 |
+    }
+    r8 b16 c d8 e c2 |
+    r8 d16 e f8 g e2 | r8 e16 ds e8 gs fs2 |
+    r8 fs16 es fs8 a gs2 | \time 2/4 r8 a, fs' e \bar "||" |
+    \key d \major \time 4/4 d2 r8 a8 g' fs | e2 r8 a,8 a' g |
+
+    % pg 65
+    fs2 r8 d d' cs | b2 r8 b b b | b8 a4 d8 a g4 g8 |
+    \tuplet 3/2 { fs f fs } \tuplet 3/2 { as fs e } d2 | \time 2/4 r8 fs fs e |
+    \time 4/4 d2. \tuplet 3/2 { fs8 fs e } | d2. \tuplet 3/2 { fs8 fs e } |
+    d4 \tuplet 3/2 { fs8 fs fs } e\fermata e d cs | a'1( | a1)
+
+    \bar "|."
+}
+
+decorations = \relative c'' {
+    % pg 62
+    \repeat volta 2 {
+        s8^\john s8 \mp s2. |
+        s1 | s1 |
+        s1 | s1 | s1 |
+        s1 | s1 |
+
+        % pg 63
+        s1 | s2^\rit s2 |
+        s2^\atempo s2 | s1 | s1 |
+        s1 | s1 |
+        s1 | s1 |
+
+        % pg 64
+        \time 2/4 s2 | \time 4/4 s1 |
+    }
+    s1 |
+    s1 | s1 |
+    s1 | \time 2/4 s8^\men s8 \< s4 | %>
+    \time 4/4 s2 \ff s2 |s1 |
+
+    % pg 65
+    s1 | s1 | s1 |
+    s1 | \time 2/4 s2 |
+    \time 4/4 s1 | s1 |
+    s1 | s1 | s1 |
+}
+
+firstVerse = \lyricmode {
+    Like all sur -- vi -- vors, I once
+    thought when I'm home I won't give a damn. But now I know I'm
+    caught.  I'll ne -- ver leave Vi -- et --nam. War is -- n't o -- ver when it
+    ends. Some pic -- tures nev -- er leave your mind. They are the fa -- ces of the
+    chil -- dren, the ones we left be -- hind. They're called Bui
+    Doi, the dust of life, con -- ceived in hell and born in
+    strife.  They are the liv -- ing re -- min -- der of
+    all the good we failed to do. That's why we know deep in our hearts that they are
+    all our chil -- dren, too.
+}
+
+secondVerse = \lyricmode {
+    These kids hit the wall on ev -- 'ry
+    side. They don't be -- long in any -- y place. Their se -- cret they can't
+    hide, it's print -- ed on their face. I nev -- er thought one day I'd
+    plead for half breeds from a land that's torn. But then I saw a camp for
+    chil -- dren whose crime was be -- ing born. _ _ _
+    _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
+    _ We owe them fath -- ers and a fam -- 'ly, a
+    lov -- ing home they nev -- er knew. Be -- cause we _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
+    _ _ _ _
+}
+
+codaLyrics = \lyricmode {
+    These are souls in need.
+    They need us to give. Some -- one has to pay
+    for their chance to live. They're called Bui
+    Doi, the dust of life, con -- ceived in
+    hell and born in strife. They are the liv -- ing re -- min -- der of
+    all the good we failed to do. That's why we
+    know deep in our hearts, that's why we
+    know that they are all our chil -- dren too.
+}
+
+\book {
+    \score {
+        <<
+            \new Staff \with {
+                instrumentName = "Clarinet"
+            } {
+                \new Voice = "melody" {
+                    << \melody \decorations >>
+                }
+            }
+            \new Lyrics \lyricsto "melody" {
+                \set fontSize = #-2
+                <<
+                    \firstVerse
+                    \new Lyrics {
+                        \set associatedVoice = "melody"
+                        \set fontSize = #-2
+                        \secondVerse
+                    }
+                >>
+                \codaLyrics
+            }
+        >>
+    }
+}