Sunday, May 4, 2008

English...

Why can't I sing in English!?!?!?!

Juries are tomorrow!!! ACK!!! So not ready! (music students have juries, where they sing/play for the faculty of their particular instrument, so for me, I get to sing in front of the 4 voice professors, oh fun *rolls eyes*) I've got my Italian song down pat (O del mio dolce ardor by Christoph Willibald von Gluck, from the Opera "Paride ed Elena" or Paris and Helen...think Helen of Troy...it's a pants roll, which means it's a woman singing a man's role), but I can't seem to memorize the words to my ENGLISH song! What is wrong with me?! Well here, you read the words and tell me if it would be so easy to memorize:

If my complaints could passions move,
Or make love see wherein I suffer wrong.
My passions were enough to prove,
That my despairs had govern'd me too long.
O Love, I live and die in thee,
Thy grief in my deep sigh still speaks.
Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me,
My heart for thy unkindness breaks.
Yet thou dost hope when I despair,
And when I hope, thou mak'st me hope in vain.
Thou say'st thou canst my harms repair,
Yet for redress, thou let'st me still complain.

What a doozie huh?

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Sunday, May 4, 2008

English...

Why can't I sing in English!?!?!?!

Juries are tomorrow!!! ACK!!! So not ready! (music students have juries, where they sing/play for the faculty of their particular instrument, so for me, I get to sing in front of the 4 voice professors, oh fun *rolls eyes*) I've got my Italian song down pat (O del mio dolce ardor by Christoph Willibald von Gluck, from the Opera "Paride ed Elena" or Paris and Helen...think Helen of Troy...it's a pants roll, which means it's a woman singing a man's role), but I can't seem to memorize the words to my ENGLISH song! What is wrong with me?! Well here, you read the words and tell me if it would be so easy to memorize:

If my complaints could passions move,
Or make love see wherein I suffer wrong.
My passions were enough to prove,
That my despairs had govern'd me too long.
O Love, I live and die in thee,
Thy grief in my deep sigh still speaks.
Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me,
My heart for thy unkindness breaks.
Yet thou dost hope when I despair,
And when I hope, thou mak'st me hope in vain.
Thou say'st thou canst my harms repair,
Yet for redress, thou let'st me still complain.

What a doozie huh?

0 comments:

 

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