LIEDTEKSTEN PROGRAMMA. Sing Bernstein, Sing! Door: Cora Burggraaf mezzosopraan Hans Eijsackers - piano

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1 LIEDTEKSTEN PROGRAMMA Sing Bernstein, Sing! Door: Cora Burggraaf mezzosopraan Hans Eijsackers - piano Bernstein I am easily assimilated (uit Candide) I was not born in sunny Hispania My father came from Rovno Gubernya But now I'm here, I'm dancing a tango Di de di de di de di! I am easily assimilated I am so easily assimilated I never learned a human language My father spoke a High Middle Polish In one half-hour I'm talking in Spanish Por favor! Toreador! I am easily assimilated I am so easily assimilated It's easy, it's ever so easy I'm Spanish, I'm suddenly Spanish And you must be Spanish, too Do like the natives do These days you have to be In the majority Tus labios rubí Dos rosas que se abren a mí Conquistan mi corazón Y solo con una canción Mis labios rubí Dreiviertel Takt, mon trés cher ami Oui oui sí sí ja ja ja yes yes da da je ne sais quoi Me muero, me sale una hernia A long way from Rovno Gubernya

2 Tus/mis labios rubí Dos rosas que se abren a mí Conquistan mi corazón Y solo con una divina canción De mis/tus labios rubí Rubí! Rubí! Hey! Me muero, me sale una hernia A long way from Rovno Gubernya Tus/mis labios rubí Dos rosas que se abren a mí Conquistan mi corazón Y solo con una divina canción De mis/tus labios rubí Rubí! Rubí! Hey! Bernstein I m a person too (uit I hate music! A Cycle of five Kid Songs) I just found out today that I'm a person too Like you I like balloons Lots of people like balloons But ev'ryone says, "Isn't she cute? She likes balloons!" I'm a person too, like you! I like things that ev'ryone likes I like soft things and movies and horses and warm things and red things Don't you? I have lots of thoughts Like what's behind the sky? And what's behind what's behind the sky? But ev'ryone says, "Isn't she sweet? She wants to know ev'rything!" Don't you? Of course, I'm very young to be saying all these things in front of so many people like you But I'm a person too! Though I'm only 10 years old I'm a person too Like you!

3 I hate music (uit I hate music! A Cycle of five Kid Songs) I hate music, but I like to sing La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! But that's not music! Not what I call music, no sir! Music is a lot of men with a lot of tails Making lots of noise like a lot of females Music is a lot of folks in a big dark hall Where they really don't want to be at all With a lot of chairs And a lot of heirs And a lot of furs and diamonds! Music is silly I hate music, but I like to sing Bernstein Who am I? (uit Peter Pan) Funny, the thoughts I have at night. So different than the thoughts I have by day. The moment mama switches off the light, A thousand different questions come my way, And stay. Who Am I? Was it all planned in advance Or was I just born by chance In July? Oh, who on earth am I? Did I ever live before As a mountain lion or As a flow'r? My friends only think of fun, They're all such incurable tots. Can I be the only one Who thinks these mysterious thoughts? Someday I'll die. Will I ever live again As a rooster or a hen Or a lion in a den Or a robin or a wren Or a fly? Oh, Who Am I?

4 (instrumental break) My friends only think of fun, They're all such incurable tots. Can I be the only one Who thinks these mysterious thoughts? Someday I'll die. Will I ever live again As a rooster or a hen Or a lion in a den Or a robin or a wren Or a fly? Oh, Who Am I? Peter, Peter (uit Peter Pan) Peter, Peter, You've got a smudge on your face; Allow me, Peter, Peter, to wipe it away; I know it's just an old excuse to feel your touch, But I love you very much! Peter, Peter, Your hair is all out of place; Allow me, Peter, Peter, to fix it, I pray; I have to touch you to make sure you're really real, And I love the way you feel. The touch of you, I'd cherish, I long for it, night and day. Without your touch, I'll perish, So I've got to find, some way: Let's see! It's really true! Believe me, Peter, Peter, You've got a mosquito on you! Of course, it's just a poor excuse to feel your touch, But I want to feel your touch, And I love you very much! My house (uit Peter Pan) Will you build me a house? A house that really will be mine. Then let me give you my design.

5 A simple scheme of... the house I dream of. Build my house of wood. Build my house of stone. Build my house of brick and mortar. Make the ceiling strong. Strong against the storm. Shelter when the days grow shorter. But build my house of love. And paint my house with trusting. And warm it with the warmth of your heart. Make a floor of faith. Make the walls of truth. Put of roof of peace above. Can you build my house of love. Bernstein A Simple Song Sing God a simple song Lauda, Laudē Make it up as you go along Lauda, Laude Sing like you like to sing God loves all simple things For God is the simplest of all. I will sing the Lord a new song To praise Him, to bless Him, to bless the Lord. I will sing His praises while I live All of my days. Blessed is the man who loves the Lord, Blessed is the man who praises Him. Lauda, Lauda, Laudē And walks in His ways. I will lift up my eyes To the hills from whence comes my help I will lift up my voice to the Lord Singing Lauda, Laudē.

6 For the Lord is my shade, Is the shade upon my right hand And the sun shall not smite me by day Nor the moon by night Blessed is the man who loves the Lord Lauda, Lauda, Laudē And walks in His ways. Lauda, Lauda, Laudē Lauda, Lauda di da di day All of my days. Barber The Heavenly Banquet (uit Hermit Songs) I would like to have the men of Heaven in my own house; with vats of good cheer laid out for them. I would like to have the three Mary's, their fame is so great. I would like people from every corner of Heaven. I would like them to be cheerful in their drinking. I would like to have Jesus sitting here among them. I would like a great lake of beer for the King of Kings. I would like to be watching Heaven's family Drinking it through all eternity. The Monk and his Cat (uit Hermit Songs) Pangur, white Pangur, How happy we are Alone together, Scholar and cat. Each has his own work to do daily; For you it is hunting, for me study. Your shining eye watches the wall; my feeble eye is fixed on a book. You rejoice when your claws entrap a mouse; I rejoice when my mind fathoms a problem. Pleased with his own art Neither hinders the other; Thus we live ever without tedium and envy. Pangur, white Pangur, How happy we are Alone together, Scholar and cat.

7 The Desire for Hermitage (uit Hermit Songs) Ah! To be all alone in a little cell with nobody near me; beloved that pilgrimage before the last pilgrimage to death. Singing the passing hours to cloudy Heaven; Feeding upon dry bread and water from the cold spring. That will be an end to evil when I am alone in a lovely little corner among tombs far from the houses of the great. Ah! To be all alone in a little cell, to be alone, all alone: Alone I came into the world alone I shall go from it. Copland The world feels dusty (uit Twelve Poems for Emily Dickinson) The World feels Dusty When We stop to Die We want the Dew then Honors taste dry Flags vex a Dying face But the least Fan Stirred by a friend s Hand Cools like the Rain Mine be the Ministry When they Thirst comes Dews of Thyself to fetch And Holy Balms Heart, we will forget him (uit Twelve Poems for Emily Dickinson) Heart, we will forget him You and I, tonight. You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you re lagging, I may remember him!

8 Going to Heaven (uit Twelve Poems for Emily Dickinson) Going to Heaven! I don t know when, Pray do not ask me how, Indeed I m too astonished To think of answering you! Going to Heaven! How dim it sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go home at night Unto the shepherd s arm! Perhaps you re going too! Who knows? If you should get there first Save just a little place for me Close to the two I lost! The smallest robe will fit me, And just a bit of crown ; For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home. Going to Heaven! I m glad I don t believe it For it would stop my breath, And I d like to look a little more At such a curious earth! I am glad they did believe it Whom I have never found Since the mighty autumn afternoon I left them in the ground. Bernstein Big stuff (uit Fancy Free) So you cry What's it about, baby? You ask why Blues had to go and pick you So you go Down to the shore, kid's stuff Don't you know There's honey in the store for you, big stuff Let's take a ride in my gravy train The door's open wide Come in from out of the rain

9 So you stare Call it despair, baby Don't you care I'm on the square about you Let's have a try It maybe that you're my guy Let's take a ride on my gravy train The door's open wide Come in from out of the rain So you stare Call it despair, baby Don't you care I'm on the square about you Let's have a try It maybe that you're my guy Bolcom Black Max He was always dressed in black Long black jacket, broad black hat Sometimes a cape And as thin, and as thin as rubber tape: Black Max He would raise that big black hat To the big shots of the town Who raised their hats right back Never knew they were bowing to Black Max I'm talking about night in Rotterdam When the right night people of all the town Would find what they could In the night neighborhood of Black Max There were women in the windows With bodies for sale Dressed in curls like little girls In little dollhouse jails When the women walked the street With the beds upon their backs Who was lifting up his brim to them? Black Max!

10 George My friend George used to say "Oh, call me Georgia, hon Get yourselves a drink." And sang the best soprano In our part of town In beads, brocade, and pins He sang if you happened in Through the door he never locked And said, "Get yourselves a drink." And sang out loud Till tears fell in the cognac And in the chocolate milk and gin And on the beads, brocade, and pins When strangers happened through his open door George said, "Stay, but you gotta keep quiet While I sing, and then a minute after And call me Georgia." One fine day a stranger In a suit of navy blue Took George's life With a knife George had placed beside an apple pie he'd baked And stabbed him in the middle Of "Un bel dì vedremo" Which he sang for this particular stranger Who was in the United States Navy The funeral was at the cocktail hour We knew George would like it that way Tears fell on the beads, brocade, and pins In the coffin Which was white Because George was a virgin Oh, call him Georgia, hon Get yourself a drink You can call me Georgia, hon Get yourself a drink!

11 Weill Speak Low Speak low. When you speak, love Our summer day Withers away Too soon, too soon Speak low. When you speak, love Our moment is swift Like ships adrift We're swept apart too soon Speak low, darling, speak low Love is a spark Lost in the dark Too soon, too soon I feel wherever I go That tomorrow is near Tomorrow is here And always too soon Time is so old And love so brief Love is pure gold And time a thief We're late, darling, we're late The curtain descends Everything ends Too soon, too soon I wait, darling, I wait Will you speak low to me Speak love to me And soon?

Aaron Copland, Poems of Emily Dickinson. 1. Nature, the gentlest mother

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