Mozart's Le Nozze di Figaro - Teresa Berganza "Voi Che Sapete"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBVVJlDiQwc

Voi che sapete che cosa e amor,
Donne, vedete, s'io l'ho nel cor,
Donne, vedete, s'io l'ho nel cor.
Quello ch'io provo, vi ridiro,
E per me nuovo capir nol so.
Sento un affetto pien di desir,
Ch'ora e diletto, ch'ora e martir.
Gelo e poi sento l'alma avvampar,
E in un momento torno a gelar.
Ricerco un bene fuori di me,
Non so chi il tiene, non so cos' e.
Sospiro e gemo senza voler,
Palpito e tremo senza saper,
Non trovo pace notte ne di,
Ma pur mi piace languir cosi.
Voi, che sapete che cosa e amor
Donne, vedete, s'io l'ho nel cor,
Donne, vedete, s'io l'ho nel cor,
Donne, vedete, s'io l'ho nel cor.


Translation
You who know what love is,
Ladies, see if I have it in my heart.
I'll tell you what I'm feeling,
It's new for me, and I understand nothing.
I have a feeling, full of desire,
Which is by turns delightful and miserable.
I freeze and then feel my soul go up in flames,
Then in a moment I turn to ice.
I'm searching for affection outside of myself,
I don't know how to hold it, nor even what it is!
I sigh and lament without wanting to,
I twitter and tremble without knowing why,
I find peace neither night nor day,
But still I rather enjoy languishing this way.
You who know what love is,
Ladies, see if I have it in my heart.

Dire Straits – “Sultans Of Swing”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo-J1wf2KHc

You get a shiver in the dark,
It's raining in the park but meantime.
South of the river you stop and you hold everything,
A band is blowing Dixie double four time.
You feel alright when you hear that music ring.

You step inside, but you don't see too many faces,
Coming in out of the rain, to hear the jazz go down.
Too much competition too many other places,
But not too many horns can make that sound.
Way on down south, way on down south, London town.

You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords.
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing.
And an old guitar is all he can afford,
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing.

And Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't make the scene.
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright,
He can play honky-tonk just like anything,
Saving it up, for Friday night,
With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing.

And a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner.
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles.
The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band,
It ain't what they call rock and roll.
And the Sultans played Creole.

And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone,
And says at last, just as the time bell rings,
'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
and he makes it fast with one more thing,
'We are the Sultans of Swing.'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jyVxQAlN-ig

The Killers - Romeo and Juliet

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87cLyBR1JTo

A lovestruck Romeo, sees the street's a serenade,
Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made.
Finds a convenient street light, steps out of the shade,
Says something like 'You and me Babe, how about it?'

Juliet says "Hey it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack."
He's underneath the window, she's singing "Hey la my boyfriend's back.
You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that.
Anyway, what you gonna do about it?"

"Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start,
And I bet, that you exploded in my heart,
And I forget, I forget, the movie song.
When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?"

Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame.
Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same.
"Then I dreamed your dream for you, and now your dream is real.
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?"

"When you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold.
You can fall for pretty strangers, and the promises they hold.
You promised me everything. You promised me thick and thin yeah
Now you just say 'Oh Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him.'"

"Juliet, when we made love you used to cry.
You said 'I love you like the stars above and I love you till I die',
And there's a place for us, you know the movie song.
When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?"

I can't do the talk, like the talk on the TV.
And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be.
I can't do everything, but I'd do anything for you.
I can't do anything except be in love you.

And all I do is miss you, and the way we used to be,
And all I do is keep the beat, the bad company.
All I do is kiss you, through the bars of Orion,
Juliet, I'd do the stars with you any time.

Juliet, when we made love you used to cry.
You said 'I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die'
And there's a place for us, you know the movie song.
When you gonna realise, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?"

A lovestruck Romeo, sings the streets a serenade,
Laying everybody low, with a lovesong that he made.
He finds a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like 'You and me, Babe, how about it?'

Written by Mark Knopfler

The Small Faces - "Tin Soldier"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcKZoFRpZCI

I am a little tin soldier,
That wants to jump into your fire.
You are a look in your eye,
A dream passing by in the sky.

But I don't understand,
And all I need, is treat me like a man,
'Cause I ain't no child,
Take me like I am.

I got to know that I belong to you,
I do anything that you want to do.
I'll sing any so song that you want me to sing to you.

I don't need no aggravation.
I just got to make you,
Got, I said listen, I just got to make you, yes, my occupation.

I got to know that I belong to you,
I'd do anything that you want to do.
I'd sing any so song that you want me to, sing to you.

All I need is your whispered hello,
Smiles melting the snow.
Nothing heard,
Your eyes, are deeper than time.
Say a love that won't rhyme without words,
So now I've lost my way.
I need help to show me things to say.
Just give me your love, before mine fades away.

I got to know that I belong to you,
I'll do anything that you want to do.
I'll sing any so song that you want me to sing to you.

Oh yeah....oh yeah.

Hey! I just want some reaction,
Someone to give me satisfaction.
All I want to do is stick with you,
'Cause I love you.

Georges Bizet - Carmen: Teresa Berganza sings Habanera

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oby-hCgZLJc


Quand je vous aimerai? When will I love you?
Ma foi, je ne sais pas, Good lord, I don't know,
Peut-être jamais, peut-être demain. Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.
Mais pas aujourd'hui, c'est certain. But not today, that's certain.


L'amour est un oiseau rebelle Love is a rebellious bird
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser, That nothing can tame,
Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle, And it is simply in vain to call it
S'il lui convient de refuser. If it is convient for it to refuse.
Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière, Nothing will work, threat or pleading,
L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait; One speaks, the other stays quiet;
Et c'est l'autre que je préfère And it's the other that I prefer
Il n'a rien dit; mais il me plaît. He said nothing; but he pleases me.
L'amour! L'amour! L'amour! L'amour! Love! Love! Love! Love!

L'amour est enfant de Bohême, Love is the child of the Bohemian,
Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi, It has never, never known any law,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime, If you don't love me, I love you,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi! If I love you, keep guard of yourself!
Si tu ne m'aime pas, If you don't love me,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime! If you don't love me, I love you!
Mais, si je t'aime, But, if I love you,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi! If I love you, keep guard of yourself!
Si tu ne m'aime pas, If you don't love me,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime! If you don't love me, I love you!
Mais, si je t'aime, But, if I love you,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi! If I love you, keep guard of yourself!

L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre The bird you thought to surprise
Battit de l'aile et s'envola; Bat its wing and flew away;
L'amour est loin, tu peux l'attendre; Love is far away, you can wait for it;
Tu ne l'attend plus, il est là! If you wait for it no more, it is there!
Tout autour de toi vite, vite, All around you, quickly, quickly,
Il vient, s'en va, puis il revient! It comes, goes, then it comes back!
Tu crois le tenir, il t'évite; You think to hold it, it avoids you;
Tu crois l'éviter, il te tient! You think to avoid it, it holds you!
L'amour, l'amour, l'amour, l'amour! Love, love, love, love!

L'amour est enfant de Bohême, Love is the child of the Bohemian,
Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi, It has never, never known any law,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime, If you don't love me, I love you,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi! If I love you, keep guard of yourself!
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime, If you don't love me, I love you,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi! If I love you, keep guard of yourself!
Si tu ne m'aime pas, If you don't love me,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime! If you don't love me, I love you!
Mais, si je t'aime, But, if I love you,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi! If I love you, keep guard of yourself!
Si tu ne m'aime pas, If you don't love me,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime! If you don't love me, I love you!
Mais, si je t'aime, But, if I love you,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi! If I love you, keep guard of yourself!

literal translation by Lea F. Frey

The habanera is a genre of Cuban popular dance music of the 19th century. It is a creolized form which developed from the contradanza. It has a characteristic "Habanera rhythm", and is performed with sung lyrics.

Sunhouse - "Crazy On The Weekend"

http://www.myspace.com/gavinclarkmusic/music/songs/crazy-on-the-weekend-sunhouse-57328410 - On MySpace
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PAVLp9bS-s: (This is a cover by johnandhisguitar) ... cannot find the original at all on YouTube.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFIOdHbbQYc: (This is a cover by Peter Lisboa) ...
I do own the original CD.

I go crazy on the weekend.
Coming last, speaking, I'm a freak.
Wasted all my money
On some brown-faced honey now,
I can hardly speak.

Dream, dream. You are just a lucky star
So loud I blow my lungs away.
Think I'm gonna be somebody
Feels like I'm looooo...
Losing my way. Losing my way.

I'm a sucker for my woman.
Hair, legs, breast, and feet.
Wasted all my money now,
No it ain't funny
We can't even eat.

Dream, dream.
You are just a lucky star,
So light on, I blow my lungs away
Dream dream,
Think I'm gonna be somebody.
Feels like I'm looo ....
Losing my way.
Losing my way.
Loooo oh oh losing my way.

Wolfgang A. Mozart - "Symphony No. 40 in G minor (KV. 550); first movement"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvtoqE33iZg&feature=relmfu

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s 40th Symphony, or the G minor Symphony (which Wagner calls a work of “indestructible beauty”) was a product of Mozart’s personal travail he was experiencing during the time its composition. It does have an air of tragedy reflected even in the choice of the G minor key, which is associated with tragic emotions. The same key was used in The Magic Flute, in Pamina’s aria “Ach ich fuhls” as she wishes for death, and such works as the Symphony No. 25, the String Quartet K.478 share the same emotional climate. F.J. Fétis, a biographer, wrote “Although Mozart has not used formidable orchestral forces in his G minor Symphony, none of the sweeping and massive effects one meets in a symphony of Beethoven, the invention which flames his work, the accents of passion and energy that pervade and the melancholy colour that dominates it result in one of the most beautiful manifestations of the human spirit.” According to musicologist Eric Blom, in this symphony, Mozart blended romanticism with the Classical perfection of formal balances so that they meet in perfect equilibrium: “It is in this respect at least the perfect musical work.” (from http://factoidz.com/mozarts-symphony-no-40-a-work-of-indestructible-beauty/)

Ludwig van Beethoven - "The Symphony No. 5 in C minor, Op. 67"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRgXUFnfKIY&feature=player_embedded#!

The Symphony No. 5 in C minor, Op. 67, was written by Ludwig van Beethoven in 1804–08. This symphony is one of the most popular and best-known compositions in all of classical music, and one of the most often played symphonies.[1] It comprises four movements: an opening sonata, an andante, and a fast scherzo which leads attacca to the finale. First performed in Vienna's Theater an der Wien in 1808, the work achieved its prodigious reputation soon afterwards. E. T. A. Hoffmann described the symphony as "one of the most important works of the time". (from Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symphony_No._5_%28Beethoven%29)

Barbara Bonney Andreas Scholl "Stabat Mater" Giovanni Battista Pergolesi

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6qKPJfuenk

Stabat mater dolorosa
Cujus animam gementem
O quam tristis et afflicta
Quae moerebat et dolebat
Quis est homo qui non fleret
Vidit suum dulcem natum
Eja mater, fons amoris
Fac ut ardeat cor meum
Sancta mater, istud agas
Fac ut portem Christi mortem
Inflammatus et accensus
Quando corpus morietur
Amen

John Lee Hooker - "Boom! Boom!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSnQ0bdHW0s&feature=related

Boom boom boom boom.
I'm gonna shoot you right down,
right offa your feet
Take you home with me,
put you in my house.
Boom boom boom boom,
A-haw haw haw haw,
Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm,
Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm.

I love to see you strut,
up and down the floor
When you talking to me,
that baby talk
I like it like that
Whoa, yeah!
Talk that talk, walk that walk

When she walk that walk,
and talk that talk,
and whisper in my ear,
tell me that you love me
I love that talk
When you talk like that,
you knocks me out,
right off of my feet.
Hoo hoo hoo.
Talk that talk, and walk that walk.

http://thecoppertone.wordpress.com/2011/08/29/thats-when-john-lee-hooker-kicked-me-in-the-ass/

Bruce Springsteen & The East Street Band - "Born to Run"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgbAtASU6D4
(Hammersmith Odeon ...picked because I was there ...)

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream.
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines,
Sprung from cages out on Highway Nine,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and stepping out over the line.
Baby this town rips the bones from your back.
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap,
We gotta get out while were young,
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

Wendy. let me in. I wanna be your friend,
I want to guard your dreams and visions.
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims,
And strap your hands across my engines,
Together we could break this trap.
We'll run till we drop, baby well never go back,
Will you walk with me out on the wire,
`cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider?
But I gotta find out how it feels,
I want to know if love is wild, girl, I want to know if love is real.

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard.
The girls comb their hair in rear view mirrors,
And the boys try to look so hard.
The amusement park rises bold and stark,
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist.
I wanna die with you Wendy, on the streets tonight,
In an everlasting kiss.

The highways jammed with broken heroes, on a last chance power drive,
Everybody's out on the run tonight, but there's no place left to hide.
Together Wendy, we'll live with the sadness,
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.
Someday girl, I don't know when were gonna get to that place,
Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun,
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run.

Paul Kelly - "Everything's turning to white"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUDDupvN9Dw

Late on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains with three friends,
They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all through the weekend.
One hundred miles they drove just to fish in a stream,
And there's so much water so close to home.
When they arrived it was cold and dark; they set up their camp quickly,
Warmed up with whisky they walked to the river where the water flowed past darkly.
In the moonlight they saw the body of a young girl floating face down,
And there's so much water so close to home.
When he hold me now I'm pretending,
I feel like I'm frozen inside,
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white.

It was too hard to tell how long she'd been dead, the river was that close to freezing,
But one thing for sure, the girl hadn't died very well to judge from the bruising,
They stood there above her all thinking the same thoughts at the same time,
There's so much water so close to home.

They carried her downstream from their fishing; between two rocks they gently wedged her.
After all they'd come so far, it was late,
And the girl would keep; she was going nowhere.
They stayed up there fishing for two days,
They reported it on Sunday when they came back down.
There's so much water so close to home,
When he holds me now I'm pretending,
I feel like I'm frozen inside,
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise,
Everything's turning to white.

The newspapers said that the girl had been strangled to death and also molested.
On the day of the funeral the radio reported that a young man had been arrested.
I went to the service a stranger; I drove past the lake out of town,
There's so much water so close to home.

When he holds me now I'm pretending,
I feel like I'm frozen inside,
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise,
Everything's turning to white.

Charlie Parr - 1922

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNcOyMLJ1xI

Well I worked all summer couldn't save a cent
I gave all my money to the government
I don't know quite how it got spent
but the banks are coming for my deed though
Man at the mill can't see though
Let me get my feed for free though
Ain't that the way it is

I cut out down a braver road
I traded my stock for a V84
Danced for town down on the floor boards
And the title owed down to me though
That gasoline ain't free through
Just guzzling out my knee bone?
Ain't that the way it is

Well i met me a woman down in saint paul
with a little money and a little pole
Bloke told me that he'd bust my jaw
I talked to his sister again though
Don't mean I couldn't win though
There's blood running down my chin now
Ain't that the way it is

Well I slept all night on the bar room floor
and woke up this morning my head was sore
Pockets empty but I want some more
The bar man's got my car though
Tales worth more by far though
As I leave her down at the bar now
Ain't that the way it is

Well I hitched me a ride on the way back home
I got me a job on a family farm
Times are hard here but I can't roll?
and I ain't got nothing more
Oh that company store
Gold's looking good for sure though
Ain't that the way it is

Well I worked all summer, couldn't save a cent
I gave all my money to the government
I don't know quite how it got spent
but the banks are coming for my deed though
Man at the mill can't see though
Let me get my feed for free though
Ain't that the way it is

Mozart's - Le Nozze di Figaro - "Dove sono"

Dame Te Kanawa - "Dove Sono"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTWBieDvZb8

Dove sono i bei momenti Where are the lovely moments
Di dolcezza e di piacer? Of sweetness and pleasure?
Dove andaro i giuramenti Where have the promises gone
Di quel labbro menzogner? That came from those lying lips?
Perchè mai, se in pianti e in pene Why, if all is changed for me
Per me tutto si cangiò, Into tears and pain,
La memoria di quel bene Has the memory of that goodness
Dal mio sen non trapassò? Not vanished from my breast?
Ah! se almen la mia costanza, Ah! if only, at least, my faithfulness,
Nel languire amando ognor, Which still loves amidst its suffering,
Mi portasse una speranza Could bring me the hope
Di cangiar l'ingrato cor! Of changing that ungrateful heart!

Word-by-word translation by Jane Bishop

State Radio - Keepsake

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nRXnoHDD6T4

One gonna heal my body, another gonna heal my pain.
One gonna settle me down, then bring me back up again.
I'm gonna put my family, back together again.

One gonna hold my woman, another gonna hold my job.
One gonna help me get up, another gonna help me stop.
One gonna help me talk right, one gonna lay me down to sleep.

(Humming)

One gonna hold my thoughts, and another gonna hold my bones.
One gonna keep me warm and another gonna keep me cold.
One gonna bring religion, right from a Coleman stove.

One gonna help me keep, and another gonna help me take.
One gonna run me down, (Hell, a bullets in my way).
You're gonna keep my soul it was yours to have long ago.

(humming)

One gonna buckle my belt around the ceiling pipe.
One gonna buckle my knees and one gonna lock em up tight.
One gonna hold a pen, while you drag my arm across the page.

One gonna hold my memories, another gonna close the door.
One gonna leave me restless, another wanting more.
You're gonna keep my soul, it was yours to have long ago.

(humming)

If music be the food of love, play on;

Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!