Tonight Alive - The Edge

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRDVXnACx7Y You said you'd stay, I said I'd wait All those words we spoke in vain I still recall the bitter taste I guess some things never change And then I think of yesterday And every promise that you made I never thought I'd be The one that you would break But I will fight until the day the world stops turning And they will fall to ashes, I will just keep burning But tonight I need you to save me I'm too close to breaking, I see the light I am standing on the edge of my life Standing on the edge of my life Standing on the edge This is how it all turns out You're the hero, I'm left out I should've known you couldn't stand Up for me and be a man I still have dreams of you at night I can't tell the dark from light I never thought I'd be The one you'd leave behind But I will fight until the day the world stops turning And they will fall to ashes, I will just keep burning But tonight I need you to save me I'm too close to breaking, I see the light I am standing on the edge of my life With each step I hold my breath And I'm tangled in your spiderwebs I call out but I fall And I wonder if you ever cared at all But I will fight until the day the world stops turning And they will fall to ashes, I will just keep burning But tonight I need you to save me I'm too close to breaking, I see the light I am standing on the edge of my life Standing on the edge of my life Standing on the edge of my life I am standing on the edge of my life

Laura Marling - A Hard Rains Agonna Fall - cover of Bob Dylan

https://pitchfork.com/news/laura-marling-covers-bob-dylans-a-hard-rains-a-gonna-fall-listen/ Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son? And what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin' I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall Oh, what did you meet my blue-eyed son ? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded in hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? And what'll you do now my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison And the executioner's face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I'll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my song well before I start singing And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Mumford & Sons - Little Lion Man

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7bHe--mp1g Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart Weep little lion man, You're not as brave as you were at the start Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? Didn't I, my dear? Tremble for yourself, my man, You know that you have seen this all before Tremble little lion man, You'll never settle any of your scores Your grace is wasted in your face, Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? Didn't I, my dear? But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? Didn't I, my dear? Tonight Alive's version https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qbltGpjhpo

Ane Brun - All My Tears

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNSBctmMI3k When I go don't cry for me In my fathers arms I'll be The wounds this world left on my soul Will all be healed and I'll be whole Sun and moon will be replaced with the light of Jesus face And I will not be ashamed for my savior knows my name It don't matter where you bury me I'll be home and I'll be free It don't matter anywhere I lay All my tears be washed away Gold and silver blind the eye Temporary reaches light Come and eat from heavens store Come and drink and thirst no more So weep not for me my friend when my time does end For my life belongs to him who will raise the dead again It don't matter where you bury me I'll be home and I'll be free It don't matter anywhere I lay All my tears be washed away All my tears be washed away

Frank Turner and The Sleeping Souls - 'Four Simple Words'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IU22lKGevhI Because we're all so very twenty first century, You're probably listening to me on some kind of portable stereo Maybe you're sitting on the back of the bus, Or it's running up your sleeve, and you're across from your boss, Or you're sitting in your bedroom on your own with the lights down low I'd like to teach you four simple words, so that next time you come to a show, You could sing those words back at me like they're the only ones that you know: I want to dance, I want to dance I want lust and love and a smattering of romance But I'm no good at dancing, yet I have to do something Tonight I'm going to play it straight, I'm going to take my chance, I want to dance Hi ho hi ho hi ho, we're heading out to the punk rock show Colleagues and friends condescend with a smile, But this is my culture man, this is my home The dark huddled masses gather at the gate, Yeah, the doors are at 7, and the show starts at 8 A few precious hours in a space of our own, And when the band comes on, the only thing I really know: I want to dance, I want to dance I want lust and love and a smattering of romance But I'm no good at dancing, and yet I have to do something Tonight I'm going to play it straight, I'm going to take my chance, I want to dance Yeah is anybody else sick of the music That's churned out by lacklustre scenesters from Shoreditch? Yeah it's all sex drugs and sins, like they're extras from Skins, But it's OK because they don't really mean it I want bands who had to work for their keep, Drove a thousand miles and played a show on no sleep, Sleeping on the floor in a stranger's place, Hungry just to do it all again the next day I want to dance, I want to dance I want lust and love and a smattering of romance But I'm no good at dancing, and yet I have to do something Tonight I'm going to play it straight, I'm going to take my chance, I want to dance So put your hands on your hips, bring your knees in tight Yeah we do this shit together man, no fists, no fights We're not trying to shape the world so people think like us, We just want our own space to dance, no favors no fuss On blood sweat and vinyl we have a built ourselves a house, So if the roof is on fire then we're going to put it out Forget about the bitching and remember that you're blessed, Punk is for the kids who never fit in with the rest, alright Somebody told me that music with guitars Was going out of fashion, and I had to laugh This shit wasn't fashionable when I fell in love, If the hipsters move on why should I give a fuck? I want to dance, I want to dance, I want me some lust and love and a smattering of that old time romance But I'm no good at dancing, yet I have to do something Tonight I'm going to play it straight, I'm going to take my chance Yeah, I want to dance, I want to dance I want me and you both to join hands down at the front So the next time I see you, remember these words so We'll sing like the barricades are down, and we'll dance like no one's around, Singing four simple words Songwriters: Frank Turner Four Simple Words lyrics © BMG Rights Management US, LLC

U2: Where The Streets Have No Name

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FsrPEUt2Dg

I wanna run, I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside.
I wanna reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name.

I wanna feel sunlight on my face.
I see the dust-cloud
Disappear without a trace.
I wanna take shelter
From the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name.

We're still building and burning down love
Burning down love.
And when I go there
I go there with you
(It's all I can do).

The city's a flood, and our love turns to rust.
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust.
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name.

We're still building and burning down love
Burning down love.
And when I go there
I go there with you
(It's all I can do).

Schubert-Die Winterreise D 911

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8UDOmUcxCk




Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau: baritone-Gerald Moore: piano-1962

Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coBhUvFgR5U Clara Haskil

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coBhUvFgR5U Mitsuko Uchida

For more information see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piano_Concerto_No._20_(Mozart)

Ricky Ross - Pale Rider (2005)

01 She Gets Me Inside
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCXGwPOD6HQ

02 Boys Break The Things The Love The Most
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwdFZttJB-U

03 If You've Got The Time It's Gonna Take

04 The Streets Are Covered In Snow

05 Soundtrack To The Summer

06 In This World
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOk3-dnJ1BM

07 Pale Rider
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=975b2hDu0YY

08 Calvary

09 I Know It's Only Sunday

10 Kichijoji

11 History

12 In The End
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8M1-_CVFUI



She Gets Me Inside

Here's a song for the maker
Maybe the rest are just display
Here's my heart go on and take it
For one night or just walk away
There's one heart
And one voice
There's one song
And one choice

She gets me inside
So I don't know wrong from right
Then it all goes quiet
Cause everything
Everything, everything
Is gonna be all right

Sometimes love can make you feel good
Sometimes love can do what nothing should
Sometimes your heart's where your feet have stood
Nothing's gonna change and nothing could
But with one heart
And one hope
One night
And the search is over

She gets me inside
So I don't know wrong from right
Then it all goes quiet
Cause everything
Everything, everything
Is gonna be all right

She gets me inside
So I don't know wrong from right
Then it all goes quiet
Cause everything
Everything, everything
Is gonna be all right

Boys Break The Things They Love The Most

Boys, boys, boys, boys, little boys
Bows and arrows for their toys
With gentle voices and open hands
To show you treasures and secret plans
Just to make a man

Boys, boys, boys, boys all settle down
They'll take some time to find somewhere then
Find someone
They'll stop jumping to take a slow dance
Tell you now they understand
What makes a man
Boys break the things they love the most
Spend nights crying about it on their own

They're so strong and young and weak and old
But they'll walk beside you on the road
And they'll take you with them when they go

Boys, boys, boys, boys grown boys
Breaking bones and hearts in broken voices
Taking love to bits again
Trying get it fixed, then failing
To be a man

Boys break the things they love the most
Spend nights crying about it on their own
They're so strong and young and weak and old
But they'll walk beside you on the road
And they'll take you with them when they go

If You've Got The Time It's Gonna Take

What's that drumming so far away?
Just my heart running; I want to stay
You keep on coming as you radiate
Better boys will kiss your tears away
Other ones will let them all escape

If you've really got the will
And the hours and hours to kill
You know love is worth the wait
If you've got the time it's gonna take
You set my fingers against your lips
Let them linger and make a wish
Ease me down from my restlessness
Other girl's charms you can imitate
I don't wish them harm but I really just don't care

If you want to walk that's fine
Or think things through in your own time
You know love is worth the wait
If you've got the time it's gonna take

Everyone will tell you what it takes
Anyone can get you out of this
If you ever feel you doubt it
You're in it now

If you've really got the will
And the hours and hours to kill
You know love is worth the wait
If you've got the time it's gonna take

The Streets Are Covered In Snow

I got a call from you
When summer was struggling through
If your journey was hurting then
What will the winter do?

All that waiting
All that pain
Miles of searching
Just to bring you to the city gates
Where we're...

We're deep in the heart of town (just a few)
Miles from where you stay
But it's coming near Christmas time
And I can't help wondering if you know
The way from yours to mine
When the streets are covered in snow

Don't let my feelings show
On this long distance call
But what am I going to do
When it's too late to call you

All that wanting
All that pain
Miles of searching
To come back here for one more day
Where we're...

We're deep in the heart of town (just a few)
Miles from where you stay
You saw how the whole plan lay
And I can't help wondering if you know
The way from yours to mine
When the streets are covered in snow

We're deep in the heart of town (just a few)
Miles from where you stay
But it's coming near Christmas time
And I can't help wondering if you know
The way from yours to mine
When the streets are covered in snow

Soundtrack To The Summer

Try to believe your heart when it moves
Try to see what it's telling you
I can believe it's true
All the girls
And all the boys

They can imagine
Why the sad songs become the soundtrack...
They can imagine
Why the sad songs become the soundtrack...
To the summer

You tried to believe everything that you could
Then you saw where that got you
Maybe you'll say goodbye for good
To all the boys
And all the girls

Who can imagine
Why the sad songs become the soundtrack...
They can imagine
Why the sad songs become the soundtrack...
They can imagine
Why the sad songs become the soundtrack...
To the summer

All the boys
And all the girls
All one voice
Across the world

They can imagine
Why the sad songs become the soundtrack...
They can imagine
Why the sad songs become the soundtrack...
They can imagine
Why the sad songs become the soundtrack...
They can imagine
Why the sad songs become the soundtrack...
To the summer


In This World

Well one more long, long night is through
And I'm sitting here in the morning dew
Sun's creeping up on everything
And everything comes into view
And I can't believe it's the same old sun
Shining down on everyone
Same one in years of unhappiness
Still as constant when all that is done
Shining down on the loved
And the unlovely

Here's my idea for the film
Everything just settles down
Two people get like they're brand new
And we call it 'life is beautiful'
My friend says it just won't ring true
People need something more of you
I say but she's like nothing you've ever heard
It just so happens
She's in this world

Well here's the pitch I think I'll send
I've got an opening a twist but no end
No sense where things are going
And no defence
No excuses and no what-ifs
No point in saying, unless this

No time to hesitate
Why hold back on all this bliss?
If you don't ask
You don't get
The picture

Here's my idea for the film
Everything just settles down
Two people get like they're brand new
And we call it 'life is beautiful'
My friend says it just won't ring true
People need something more of you
I say but she's like nothing you've ever heard
It just so happens
She's in this world

Pale Rider

Pale rider, pale rider
On the horizon far away
Grey morning, slow rising
How far off is hard to say

I can hear him in the meadow
Sometimes he crosses in the day
I mostly hear his horse in the wee small hours
Then he's gone before daybreak

Pale rider, pale rider
On the horizon far away
Grey morning, slow rising
How far off is hard to say

I do not wait for his arrival
Or his low rap upon my door
I mostly see his horse turning round and heading north
Calling somewhere else for sure

Pale rider, pale rider
On the horizon far away
Grey morning, slow rising
How far off is hard to say

I think I hear you as each new year is due
And the gateman locks up another year
But its just the north wind passing on warnings
About a night and a knock so clear

Pale rider, pale rider
On the horizon far away
Grey morning, slow rising
How far off is hard to say

Pale rider's on the way


Calvary

It's late in the year
And the leaves are fallen down and swept clear
And tonight I'm going to have start thinking hard
About Christmas
How I don't care
Whether what we have happened here or there
Or something wild and wonderful came out into
The sky just to please us

Night fall's still a broken step
This old mule's legs
Will take you many days from here
Tired limbs and ruddy cheeks
Will bandage up your aching hands and feet

I don't need to know what everyone sees
different roads can take you where other paths lead
I'm not even trying to get as far as Calvary

As the sun goes down
And the lights go up in hilltop towns
And the boys and girls are gathered in and asked
To make a wish come true
And I'm driving round
Some bleak mid-winter tinseltown
I see you sleeping at the bus stop with nothing
But a blanket between the moon and you

The baby comes, folks don't sleep
Those shepherds keep
You up later than you meant to be
One child grows and people notice
He's breaking chains
And making poor folks' lives so heavenly
(The way it's meant to be)

I don't need to know what everyone sees
Different roads can take you where other paths lead
I'm not even trying to get as far as Calvary

I Know It's Only Sunday

Thank you
Thank you for the sky above
Thank you
Thank you for the ways you love my heart
For Friday night at home
And the five of us alone out on the beach..

I know it's only Sunday
And we've still got hours and hours to go
But I want to thank you for this weekend

Thank you
Thank you for the sky so grey
Thank you
Thank you for this place I only hope I'll stay
For Saturday and rain
And clearing up the mess the children made

I know it's only Sunday
And we've still got hours and hours to go
But I want to thank you for this weekend

There was a terrible fight at the plaza. Friday
For some folks the only thing worse than the night's
The hours you wait till dawn when sun comes up
And then you're back on your own

I know it's only Sunday
And we've still got hours and hours to go
But I want to thank you for this weekend


Kichijoji

I go walking in the park at sunrise
And I see myself myself as someone else
I won't live with lonely
I don't even know myself sometimes
And getting lonesome
Is only just getting low
Bruised but not broken
I've spoken all the words I really know right now

Everything
Oh everything is everywhere
But all shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well
I can tell

Oh how I want my baby back
For just one time and once through the park
For stepping out, stepping out from the dark
Into Kichijoji
Oh how the rain gently heals my sadness
And the new tight lets the night unravel
I'm so glad I stopped my travels
In Kichijoji

Help me make it to you
And take me down, down, through this alleyway
Where the shadows on the walls all show your face
And the birds sing just like you do
And the warm wind from the city
Only reminds me of the pity of the truth
When I look around all I see is faces
But I'm sky and seas and days away from you

Everything
Oh everything is everywhere
But all shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well
I can tell

Cause all my nights are full of dread
And my days keep pushing me, pushing me ahead
I can't, I can't get no rest
In Kichijoji

Oh how I want my baby back
For just one time and once through the park
Let our feet fall together on the paths
Of Kichijoji

History

There's a tale to be told
Before we forget and other things take hold
I'm sure it happened on some foreign road
Maybe Spain or France or somewhere old

Maybe I'd strayed a little from the track
And it seems remembering, you found it in your heart
To make a point of welcoming me back
Forgive me for what it was I must have lacked

Cause you were young then and you could understand
Now it's all gunmen and outlaws making stands
But all that's what seems to pass
When there's some history

Is there somewhere we could meet?
I don't mean a cafe or a lobby or a street
Just a point where we'll agree
About those differences between you and me

Cause you were young then and you could understand
Now it's all gunmen and outlaws making stands
But all that is what seems to pass
When there's some history

I'm right and you're wrong
Let's face it baby that's the old song we're still singing

Cause we were young then with nothing more to lose
Than some confidence and the tales we had to use
Now who we are and what's the story gets confused

I guess that's history
Maybe that's why we're history
Now we're history
Me and you

In The End

I was hoping you'd come back
I was looking for a chance
To gather up some photographs and laughs
To give to you
So I drove the long road back
Just to hear one last remark
Or maybe just an old gag
Like "they always get the fat guy in the end."

In the end
In the end
Sun goes down
And the stars come out
And the world keeps on turning
In the end

I know you couldn't see
But I was there to watch you sleep
And I figured out Jesus was wanting you more
You'd told me what was bad
And told me if I was good
At last, too Late I understood
Cause they'll always Leave the loser
And they always pick a winner
Cause they always take the good guy

In the end
In the end
Sun goes down
And the stars come out
And the world keeps on turning
In the end

Eric Church - "Springsteen"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2gGXlW6wSY

To this day when I hear that song
I see you standin' there on that lawn
Discount shades, store bought tan
Flip flops and cut-off jeans

Somewhere between that setting sun
"I'm on Fire" and "Born to Run"
You looked at me and I was done
And we're, we're just getting started

I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me
I was so alive, never been more free
Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang
Ooohh

Stayed there 'til they forced us out
And took the long way to your house
I can still hear the sound of you sayin' don't go

When I think about you, I think about 17
I think about my old jeep
I think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen

I bumped into you by happenstance
You probably wouldn't even know who I am
But if I whispered your name
I bet there'd still be a spark

Back when I was gasoline
And this old tattoo had brand new ink
And we didn't care what your mom would think
About your name on my arm

Baby, is it spring or is it summer?
The guitar sound or the beat of that drummer
You hear sometimes late at night
On your radio

Even though you're a million miles away
When you hear Born in the USA
You relive those glory days
So long ago

When you think about me, do you think about 17
Do you think about my old jeep
Think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
Springsteen
Woah Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh

Mason Williams - 'Classical Gas'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fBgMqJeOBs (Acoustic)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEzyrpfrPEI

R.E.M. - Losing My Religion

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwtdhWltSIg

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Oh, life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up

[Verse 2]
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough

[Chorus]
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

[Verse 3]
Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up

[Verse 4]
Consider this
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around?
Now I've said too much

[Chorus]
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

[Bridge]
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

[Verse 2]
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough

[Chorus]
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, cry
Why try?
That was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Thank you
See ya
Thanks a lot

The Waterboys - The Whole Of The Moon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pu7AR0-FRro

I pictured a rainbow
You held it in your hands
I had flashes
But you saw the plan
I wandered out in the world for years
While you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon

You were there at the turnstiles
With the wind at your heels
You stretched for the stars
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon

I was grounded
While you filled the skies
I was dumbfounded by truths
You cut through lies
I saw the rain-dirty valley
You saw Brigadoon
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon

I spoke about wings
You just flew
I wondered, I guessed and I tried
You just knew
I sighed
But you swooned
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon

With a torch in your pocket
And the wind at your heels
You climbed on the ladder
And you know how it feels
To get too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon

Unicorns and cannonballs
Palaces and piers
Trumpets, towers, and tenements
Wide oceans full of tears
Flags, rags, ferry boats
Scimitars and scarves
Every precious dream and vision
Underneath the stars

Yes, you climbed on the ladder
With the wind in your sails
You came like a comet
Blazing your trail
Too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon

Deacon Blue - Gone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f87zg_bnk6w

Were you there at the beginning,
Pacing the roads,
Walking the streets
Or in the shadows of the summer,
Close by, but never seen

Were you the figure in the window,
Seen from some speeding train.
Or accidentally in a photograph,
Of a half forgotten scene

Did I see you from the park,
Round the corner of the bridge
Were you a swimmer or just a rock,
Clasped in a moment from the beach

If I never see you one more time,
I know you’re in all my dreams
It would be everything,
Just to see you back again

But you’re gone

You’re gone

Everybody’s lost,
Not just the ones you know.
We are a lot of travelers,
All trying to get home.
Did I see you from the platform?
Slowly pulling out again,
Did I pass you on the road,
Almost forgotten everyone

If I never see you one more time,
I know you’re in all my dreams
It would be everything,
Just to see you back again

But you’re gone,

But you’re gone,

You’re gone

You’re gone

You’re gone

You’re gone

You’re gone

You’re gone

You’re gone

You’re gone

You’re gone

If I never see you one more time,
I know you’re in all my dreams
It would be everything,
Just to see you back again

If I never see you one more time,
I know you’re in all my dreams
It would be everything,
Just to see you back again

But you’re gone,

You’re gone

You’re gone

You’re gone

Berlioz - Symphonie fantastique (Mariss Jansons conducts, Proms 2013)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK6iAxe0oEc

Claudio Arrau plays Beethoven - Piano Concerto Nº5 in E-flat major, Op. 73. "The Emperor"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tyo_MjXSJo

Antonín Dvořák - Stabat Mater

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJr5Gzaa2ig

tabat Mater dolorosa
iuxta crucem lacrimosa
dum pendebat Filius.

Cuius animam gementem
contristatam et dolentem
pertransivit gladius.

O quam tristis et afflicta
fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigeniti.

Quae moerebat et dolebat
pia Mater, cum videbat
Nati poenas inclyti.

Quis est homo, qui non fleret
Christi Matrem si videret
in tanto supplicio?

Quis non posset contristari
Piam Matrem contemplari
dolentem cum Filio?

Pro peccatis suae gentis
vidit Iesum in tormentis
et flagellis subditum.

Vidit suum dulcem Natum
morientem, desolatum
dum emissit spiritum.

Eia Mater, fons amoris
me sentire vim doloris
fac, ut tecum lugeam.

Fac, ut ardeat cor meum
in amando Christum Deum
ut sibi complaceam.

Sancta Mater, istud agas
Crucifixi fige plagas
cordi meo valide.

Tui Nati vulnerati
tam dignati pro me pati
poenas mecum divide.

Fac me vere tecum flere
Crucifixum condolere
donec ego vixero.

Iuxta crucem tecum stare
te libenter sociare
in planctu desidero.

Virgo virginum praeclara
mihi iam non sis amara
fac me tecum plangere.

Fac, ut portem Christi mortem
passionis fac consortem
et plagas recolere.

Fac me plagis vulnerati
Cruce hac inebriari
ob amorem Filii.

Inflammantus et accensus
per te, Virgo, sim defensus
in die iudicii.

Fac me Cruce custodiri
morte Christi praemuniri
confoveri gratia.

Quando corpus morietur
fac, ut animae donetur
Paradisi gloria. Amen.

Johannes Brahms - Symphony no.1, op.68

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POW-u-RGspY

Alessandro Scarlatti - Stabat Mater

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFjxmHqNtyA

Stabat mater dolorósa
juxta Crucem lacrimósa,
dum pendébat Fílius.

Cuius ánimam geméntem,
contristátam et doléntem
pertransívit gládius.

O quam tristis et afflícta
fuit illa benedícta,
mater Unigéniti!

Quae mœrébat et dolébat,
pia Mater, dum vidébat
nati pœnas ínclyti.

Quis est homo qui non fleret,
matrem Christi si vidéret
in tanto supplício?

Quis non posset contristári
Christi Matrem contemplári
doléntem cum Fílio?

Pro peccátis suæ gentis
vidit Iésum in torméntis,
et flagéllis súbditum.

Vidit suum dulcem Natum
moriéndo desolátum,
dum emísit spíritum.

Eia, Mater, fons amóris
me sentíre vim dolóris
fac, ut tecum lúgeam.

Fac, ut árdeat cor meum
in amándo Christum Deum
ut sibi compláceam.

Sancta Mater, istud agas,
crucifíxi fige plagas
cordi meo válide.

Tui Nati vulneráti,
tam dignáti pro me pati,
pœnas mecum dívide.

Fac me tecum pie flere,
crucifíxo condolére,
donec ego víxero.

Juxta Crucem tecum stare,
et me tibi sociáre
in planctu desídero.

Virgo vírginum præclára,
mihi iam non sis amára,
fac me tecum plángere.

Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,
passiónis fac consórtem,
et plagas recólere.

Fac me plagis vulnerári,
fac me Cruce inebriári,
et cruóre Fílii.

Flammis ne urar succénsus,
per te, Virgo, sim defénsus
in die iudícii.

Christe, cum sit hinc exíre,
da per Matrem me veníre
ad palmam victóriæ.

Quando corpus moriétur,
fac, ut ánimæ donétur
paradísi glória.

Amen.


At the Cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to her Son to the last.

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
all His bitter anguish bearing,
now at length the sword has passed.

O how sad and sore distressed
was that Mother, highly blest,
of the sole-begotten One.

Christ above in torment hangs,
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying glorious Son.

Is there one who would not weep,
whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ's dear Mother to behold?

Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother's pain untold?

For the sins of His own nation,
She saw Jesus wracked with torment,
All with scourges rent:

She beheld her tender Child,
Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.

O thou Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with thine accord:

Make me feel as thou hast felt;
make my soul to glow and melt
with the love of Christ my Lord.

Holy Mother! pierce me through,
in my heart each wound renew
of my Savior crucified:

Let me share with thee His pain,
who for all my sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.

Let me mingle tears with thee,
mourning Him who mourned for me,
all the days that I may live:

By the Cross with thee to stay,
there with thee to weep and pray,
is all I ask of thee to give.

Virgin of all virgins blest!,
Listen to my fond request:
let me share thy grief divine;

Let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of thine.

Wounded with His every wound,
steep my soul till it hath swooned,
in His very Blood away;

Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
lest in flames I burn and die,
in His awful Judgment Day.

Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
be Thy Mother my defense,
be Thy Cross my victory;

While my body here decays,
may my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in Paradise with Thee.

Translation by Edward Caswall, Lyra Catholica (1849)

G.B. Pergolesi - Stabat Mater. Freni/Berganza

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0GUIfwKPS-w

Stabat mater dolorosa
Juxta Crucem lacrimosa,
Dum pendebat Filius.

Stabat mater dolorosa
Juxta Crucem lacrimosa,
Dum pendebat Filius.

Dolorosa,
Lacrimosa,
Dum pendebat Filius

Stravinsky - "The Rite of Spring"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UJOaGIhG7A

Stravinsky: Le sacre du printemps / The Rite of Spring - Jaap van Zweden - Full concert in HD

Amy Macdonald - "Left That Body Long Ago"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xdv6igKBHw0

Oh my dance is getting slower now,
Cause my years they're getting older now.
And my eyes, they won't cry.
My tears have all run dry.
And my memory doesn't get me very far,
I can't remember my name or exactly who you are.
And I don't know why, no I don't know why.

Will you please believe
I'm not the person you see,
I left that body long ago.
I left it way back there.
Will you please believe,
Given all that you see,
I left that body long ago
But somehow nobody knows.

So goodbye,
You were my world and my life.
And I don't know why
You've lost your mother, lost your wife.
But there's more,
Something more than meets the eye.
This is not the end,
This is only goodbye.

Will you please believe
I'm not the person you see,
I left that body long ago.
I left it way back there.
Now I'm free, I'm as happy as can be.
I just wanted you to know
That I left that body long ago.
So long ago.

The Hollies - "Long Cool Woman (In A Black Dress)"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1l0xpkk0yaQ

Saturday night I was downtown
Working for the FBI
Sitting in a nest of bad men
Whiskey bottles piling high

Bootlegging boozer on the west side
Full of people who are doing wrong
Just about to call up the DA man
When I heard this woman singing a song

A pair of 45's made me open my eyes
My temperature started to rise
She was a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5'9" beautiful tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
Cause that long cool woman had it all

I saw her heading to the table
Well a tall walking big black cat
When Charlie said "I hope that you're able boy"
Well I'm telling you she knows where it's at
Well then suddenly we heard the sirens
And everybody started to run
Jumping under doors and tables
Well I heard somebody shooting a gun

Well the DA was pumping my left hand
And she was holding my right
Well I told her, "Don't get scared
cause you're gonna be spared"
Well I'm gonna be forgiven
If I wanna spend my living
With a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5'9" beautiful tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
Cause that long cool woman had it all
Had it all, had it all, had it all...

Beethoven's Symphony No.9 Op.125 - Chicago Symphony Orchestra - Riccardo Muti

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOjHhS5MtvA


O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!
Sondern laßt uns angenehmere anstimmen,
und freudenvollere.
Freude!
Freude!
Freude, schöner Götterfunken
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
Wem der große Wurf gelungen,
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein;
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,
Mische seinen Jubel ein!
Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele
Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund!
Und wer's nie gekonnt, der stehle
Weinend sich aus diesem Bund!
Freude trinken alle Wesen
An den Brüsten der Natur;
Alle Guten, alle Bösen
Folgen ihrer Rosenspur.
Küsse gab sie uns und Reben,
Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod;
Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben,
Und der Cherub steht vor Gott.
Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen
Durch des Himmels prächt'gen Plan,
Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,
Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.
Seid umschlungen, Millionen!
Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt!
Brüder, über'm Sternenzelt
Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen.
Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen?
Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt?
Such' ihn über'm Sternenzelt!
Über Sternen muß er wohnen.


English “Ode to Joy” Translation

O friends, no more of these sounds!
Let us sing more cheerful songs,
More songs full of joy!
Joy!
Joy!
Joy, bright spark of divinity,
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire-inspired we tread
Within thy sanctuary.
Thy magic power re-unites
All that custom has divided,
All men become brothers,
Under the sway of thy gentle wings.
Whoever has created
An abiding friendship,
Or has won
A true and loving wife,
All who can call at least one soul theirs,
Join our song of praise;
But those who cannot must creep tearfully
Away from our circle.
All creatures drink of joy
At natures breast.
Just and unjust
Alike taste of her gift;
She gave us kisses and the fruit of the vine,
A tried friend to the end.
Even the worm can feel contentment,
And the cherub stands before God!
Gladly, like the heavenly bodies
Which He sent on their courses
Through the splendor of the firmament;
Thus, brothers, you should run your race,
Like a hero going to victory!
You millions, I embrace you.
This kiss is for all the world!
Brothers, above the starry canopy
There must dwell a loving father.
Do you fall in worship, you millions?
World, do you know your creator?
Seek Him in the heavens;
Above the stars must he dwell.

Billie Holiday - "Strange Fruit"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4ZyuULy9zs

[Intro]
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Mozart - "The Marriage of Figaro"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IugFH6PxeMQ Glyndebourne 1973

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fef03047ZX8 Film 1975

Cast and vocal parts

Count Almaviva, a nobleman (baritone)
Countess Rosina, the count’s wife (soprano)
Figaro, the count’s valet (baritone)
Susanna, the countess’s maid and Figaro’s betrothed (soprano)
Cherubino, a page (mezzo-soprano)
Doctor Bartolo, a physician (bass)
Marcellina, Bartolo’s housekeeper (mezzo-soprano)
Don Basilio, a music master (tenor)
Antonio, a gardener (bass)
Barbarina, Antonio’s daughter (soprano)
Don Curzio, a lawyer (tenor)
Villagers, peasants, servants, wedding guests

The Marriage of Figaro is set in Count Almaviva’s castle near Seville (now Sevilla), Spain, in the late 18th century.

Act I Count Almaviva’s castle, in an empty room where Figaro and Susanna will live after their marriage.

Figaro is measuring a space for his nuptial bed while his fiancée, Susanna, tries on her bridal hat. She does not like their new bedroom. Her objection confounds Figaro, for the room is conveniently close to the bedrooms of the Count and Countess whom they serve. But Susanna warns Figaro that it is all too convenient and close for the Count, who is plotting with her music master, Don Basilio, to seduce her. The Countess rings for her, and Susanna leaves. Alone, Figaro vows revenge (“"Se vuol ballare, signor Contino"”) and storms off in a rage.

Dr. Bartolo enters with his housekeeper, Marcellina. Figaro had once promised to marry her, and Bartolo promises her that he will find a way to hold Figaro to his promise. Bartolo would love to take revenge on Figaro for having earlier foiled his plan to marry Rosina (now the Countess). Bartolo leaves to put his scheme into effect. Susanna returns, and Marcellina jealously spars with her, then leaves in a huff. The teenaged page Cherubino comes in. He tells Susanna that he is in love with the Countess, but the Count has caught him with young Barbarina (Susanna’s cousin and daughter of the gardener Antonio). Cherubino cannot contain his romantic desires (“"Non so più cosa son, cosa faccio"”).

Cherubino hides behind a chair when the Count arrives to beg Susanna for a tryst before he goes to London with Figaro on diplomatic business. But his wooing is interrupted by the arrival of Don Basilio, and the Count seeks a hiding place. He heads for the chair that conceals Cherubino, forcing the boy to jump into the seat. Susanna hastily covers him with a cloth. When the jealous Count hears Basilio gossip about Cherubino and the Countess, he reveals himself. Basilio naturally concludes that the Count and Susanna are in a relationship. This is all too much for Susanna, who begins to faint. The Count and Basilio rush to her aid and try to get her into the chair where Cherubino is concealed, but she revives and orders them away. The Count vows to make Cherubino leave the castle. When Susanna expresses sympathy for the boy, the Count tells her that Cherubino has been caught with a woman before. Recalling how he found the page hiding under a tablecloth in Barbarina’s room, he lifts the cloth that conceals Cherubino. The Count accuses Susanna of dallying with the boy.

Their argument is interrupted by the arrival of Figaro and a group of peasants. Figaro leads them in singing the Count’s praises for having abolished the feudal droit du seigneur, the right of the lord of the manor to sleep with his servant’s bride on her wedding night. Figaro invites the Count to place the bridal veil on Susanna as a symbol of his blessing on their marriage, which is to take place later that day. The Count is forced to agree, but he privately vows to help Marcellina marry Figaro instead. He also gets Cherubino out of the way by drafting him into his regiment. Figaro teases the boy, who now must trade his pursuit of women for the “glories” of war (“"Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso"”).

Act II The Countess’s boudoir.

The Countess bemoans the Count’s infidelity (“"Porgi, amor"”). Susanna has told her about the Count’s plan to seduce her. Figaro arrives. He knows that the Count is plotting to help Marcellina. He has his own plan: through Basilio, he will send the Count an anonymous note about the Countess’s “lover.” This is sure to drive him to distraction. Meanwhile, Cherubino, disguised as Susanna, will meet the Count in the garden. The Countess can then surprise and embarrass him. Figaro goes off to get the boy.
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Cherubino arrives and, at Susanna’s urging, sings the Countess a love song that he wrote for her (“"Voi che sapete"”). He shows the Countess the regimental commission he had just gotten from Basilio. She and Susanna realize that the commission has no seal on it. Figaro has told Cherubino of the plan to deceive the Count, and Susanna begins to dress the uncomfortable boy as a woman. When she goes into another room to find some ribbon, he declares his love for the Countess. At that moment, the suspicious Count bangs on the door, and Cherubino dives into the closet.

The Count demands to know who was with the Countess, and she tells him it was Susanna, who has gone into another room. The Count shows his wife the anonymous letter that Figaro had written about her “lover.” A noise from the closet obliges the Countess to say that Susanna is in there, not in the other room. Susanna reenters the room, unseen by the Count and Countess, and realizes that there is a problem, so she hides behind a screen. As Cherubino cowers, terrified, in the closet, the Count orders “Susanna” out, but the Countess insists that the door remain closed. The Count is convinced that the Countess is hiding a lover in there. As they argue, they warn each other not to go too far and create a scandal. Susanna remains behind her screen, horrified by the situation. The Countess absolutely refuses to open the closet, so the Count brings her with him to look for something with which to break the closet open. He locks the door behind them. Susanna lets Cherubino out of the closet. In a panic, he escapes through the window, and Susanna hides in the closet.

When the Count and Countess return, she finally admits that Cherubino is in the closet, claiming that it was just a joke. He does not believe her protestations of innocence and threatens to kill Cherubino. Drawing his sword, he flings open the closet door. They are both astonished to find Susanna. The Count, abashed, is forced to beg his wife’s forgiveness. She and Susanna explain that the episode with the closet, and the anonymous note, were all a prank. Figaro arrives to announce that the wedding is about to begin. Questioned by the Count, he denies writing the anonymous note, to the consternation of Susanna and the Countess. The Count is anxious for Marcellina’s arrival so that he can stop the wedding.

Antonio, the gardener, barges in, complaining that someone has jumped from the Countess’s balcony onto his flower garden. Susanna and the Countess caution Figaro, who had seen Cherubino jump. Figaro claims that he himself leapt from the balcony. But Antonio claims he saw a boy, someone half Figaro’s size. The Count immediately realizes that the fugitive was Cherubino. Figaro, sticking to his story, says such optical illusions are common and that Cherubino was on his way to Seville. Figaro explains that he was hiding in the closet waiting for Susanna. After hearing the Count’s shouts, he decided to escape by jumping, and he has injured his foot in the process. He suddenly develops a limp in order to prove his story. But Antonio produces Cherubino’s military commission, which he found in the garden. Figaro, confounded, throws the gardener out. Prompted by the women, Figaro triumphantly explains that the page gave the paper to him because it lacks a seal. Marcellina, Bartolo, and Basilio arrive to demand justice, claiming that Figaro had entered into a contract to marry Marcellina in exchange for a loan. The Count agrees to judge the case, to the joy of Marcellina and the consternation of Figaro.

Act III An elegantly decorated room in the castle where the wedding will take place.

Alone, the Count ponders the confusing situation. Unseen by the Count, the Countess urges a reluctant Susanna to go ahead with Figaro’s plan and tell the Count that she will meet him in the garden later. Because Cherubino is gone, the Countess will impersonate Susanna. The Countess leaves. Susanna overhears the Count talking to himself about Figaro marrying Marcellina. Emboldened, she approaches him, claiming that she has come to get some smelling salts for the Countess, who is having a fainting fit. He tells her that she should keep the salts for herself because she is about to lose her intended husband. She counters that she will repay Marcellina’s loan with the dowry the Count had promised her. But the Count claims he cannot remember any such promise. She has no choice but to flirt with him, and they agree to meet in the garden at night. But as she is leaving, she runs into Figaro, and the Count overhears her saying that they have “won the case.” Enraged, the Count threatens to punish them for their betrayal (“"Vedrò mentr’io sospiro"”).

The judge Don Curzio arrives with Marcellina and Bartolo. He announces that Figaro must marry Marcellina or repay the loan. Figaro claims that he is of noble birth and cannot marry without his relatives’ consent. When the Count asks who they are, Figaro replies that he was stolen as an infant but hopes to find his parents within 10 years. Bartolo demands proof of his claim, so Figaro shows him a birthmark on his arm—a birthmark that reveals that he is the love child of Marcellina and Bartolo. The reunited family embrace as the frustrated Count rails against fate. Meanwhile, Susanna, unaware of this development, arrives with the money to pay Marcellina, only to be enraged by the sight of Figaro and his mother fondly embracing. But peace reigns when all is explained to her. The Count storms off with Don Curzio. Bartolo proposes marriage to Marcellina. Marcellina tears up Figaro’s debt. Bartolo gives Figaro and Susanna a dowry, and Susanna adds to it the money she had come in with. The four, chuckling at the Count’s frustration, go off to plan a double wedding.

The Countess enters, wondering if the plan to catch the Count will work and recalling sadly the loss of their love (“"Dove sono"”). After she leaves, Antonio and the Count arrive. Antonio tells the Count that he knows that Cherubino is still in the vicinity, because he found at his house the women’s clothing that Cherubino had been wearing. They run off to look for him. The Countess returns with Susanna, and the two concoct a note, from Susanna to the Count, asking for a meeting in the garden. They seal the note with a pin, which the Count is to return if he agrees to meet her.

Barbarina and some peasant girls, including Cherubino in disguise, come to serenade the Countess. Antonio and the Count return to unmask Cherubino, to the consternation of the Countess. The Count threatens to punish the boy, but Barbarina persuades the Count—who had once, with kisses, promised her anything she wanted—to let her marry Cherubino.

Figaro arrives, eager for the wedding preparations to begin. The Count begins to cross-examine him again, and Antonio produces Cherubino as proof that they have caught Figaro lying. But Figaro cleverly claims that it is possible that both he and Cherubino had jumped into the garden. The wedding march begins, and everyone goes off to get ready, leaving the Count and Countess alone. She refuses to discuss her confusion about Cherubino with him. The wedding party returns in procession, singing another paean to the abolition of the feudal right to sleep with the bride. Susanna slips the sealed note to the Count. As the couples dance the fandango, the Count opens the note, pricks his finger on the pin, and drops it. Figaro watches him with great amusement, believing the note to be from some unknown lady. The Count finds the pin, thrilled at the prospect of meeting Susanna later, and invites everyone to a magnificent wedding banquet.

Act IV The castle garden.

Barbarina, terribly upset, is searching the garden for something that she has lost (“"L’ho perduta, me meschina!"”). When Figaro arrives with Marcellina and asks the weeping girl what is wrong, she replies that she has lost the pin that the Count gave her to deliver to Susanna as a token of their tryst. Angry, but pretending that he already knows all about it, he plucks a pin from Marcellina’s dress and gives it to Barbarina, who goes off to give it to Susanna. Figaro collapses into his mother’s arms. She advises him to stay calm, but rage overtakes him and he vows to avenge all deceived husbands. Marcellina, afraid for Susanna, leaves to warn her. Figaro then enlists Basilio and Bartolo to help trap the lovers. Alone again, he denounces the perfidy of women (“"Aprite un po’ quegli occhi"”). He hides as Susanna arrives, accompanied by Marcellina and the Countess. Marcellina warns Susanna that Figaro is already in the garden. That suits Susanna just fine, as she can avenge herself on both Figaro for his jealousy and the Count for his philandering. Marcellina retires into the pavilion. The Countess is too nervous to remain but allows Susanna to stay for a bit to enjoy the breezes. Susanna sings a love song to an unnamed lover to punish the spying Figaro (“"Deh, vieni, non tardar, o gioia bella"”). Then she hides nearby and puts on the Countess’s cloak.

Figaro is furious, but he continues to lie in wait. Cherubino arrives, looking for Barbarina, who has meanwhile hidden herself in the pavilion. At the same time, the Countess enters, disguised as Susanna. Cherubino, not realizing who she really is, begins flirting with her. The Count comes in and receives the kiss Cherubino has meant for “Susanna.” The Count slaps Cherubino for his impudence, and the boy flees into the pavilion. Now the Count does some flirting of his own with “Susanna,” and Figaro becomes even angrier. The Count tries to lure “Susanna” into the dark pavilion. But hearing Figaro’s voice and fearing discovery, he tells her to go into the pavilion without him. He exits, promising to meet her later.

The real Susanna arrives, disguised as the Countess. When Figaro hears her voice, he immediately realizes who she is. He pretends to court the “Countess.” Susanna is furious until he reveals his joke, and they tenderly reconcile. When the Count returns, the couple replay the joke. The enraged Count seizes Figaro and calls for weapons. “The Countess” flees into the pavilion as Bartolo, Basilio, Antonio, and Curzio rush in. The Count demands that his wife come out of the pavilion. To everyone’s amazement, out pop Cherubino, Barbarina, Marcellina, and Susanna, who is still dressed as the Countess. She and Figaro pretend to beg the Count’s forgiveness. He refuses, and the Countess reveals herself. The chastened Count humbly asks her pardon. She grants it, and everyone rejoices.

Haydn - The Seasons (Die Jahreszeiten)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R__MYDtq6U