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Opera Australia is doing Die Zauberflöte, La Bohéme AND Romeo et Juliette this year. It's highly exciting. Also, the MCO is doing the Marriage of Figaro, which adds to excitefulness.
I really hate it when some part of your mind makes a logical connection before you do, so you know the connection is there but aren't quite sure what it is. I'm trying to get my theory about there being a link between emotional reactions to asthetic stimuli and the existence of a higher conciousness onto paper so I can post it and get everyone to criticise it, but even though I can feel the line running right through to its end in my head, it's being very troublesome.
Why is everyone in such a rush to grow up? We only get to be young once, but we'll be getting older for the rest of our lives, so there's no harm in putting it off for a while.
Also, I'm sick of lyric quizzes that I can't do, so I'm going to make one myself.
Identify the song and the artist.
1) And something in me yearns to win/ such a cold and lonesome heroine./ And who are you/ she sternly spoke/ to the one beneath the smoke/ Why, I'm fire, he replied/ and I love your solitude/ I love your pride.
2) Mesiku na nebi hlubokem/ svetlo tvé daleko vidi/ po svete bloudis sirokém/ divas se v pribytky lidi.
(O moon high up in the deep, dark sky, your light sees far away regions, you travel round the wide, wide world peering into human dwellings.)
3) Strange things happen/ if you stay/ the devil will catch you anyway.
4) You and I were parted,/ t'was more than I could bare./I knew you were waiting in the street/ I heard your feet/ but could not meet...
5) I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles/ I think of rain, I think of roses blue.
6) But now I tell each young gazelle/ to go to hell... I mean, Hades.
7) And you will weep when you face the end alone/ you are lost/ you can never go home.
8) I was sixteen, he was twenty-one/ rode with us to Memphis/ and Papa would've shot him if he knew what he'd done.
9) Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson/ look right through me/ look right through me. Mad World, Tears for Fears
10) L'amour est un oiseau rebelle/ que nul ne peut apprivoiser/ et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle/ s'il lui convient de refuser.
(Love is a rebellious bird that nothing can tame, and it is simply in vain to call it if it is convient for it to refuse.)
11) He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it/ But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
12) Death makes angels of us all/ and gives us wings/ where we had shoulders/ smooth as ravens' claws.
13) When you walk into the room/ you pull me close and we start to move/ and we're spinning with the stars above
14) La ci darem la mano/ la mi dirai di si!/ Vedi, non e lontano/ partiam, ben mio, da qui!
(Then with your hand in mine, dear,/ you'll whisper gently yes!/ The castle's lord by yours, dear,/ come, and lover bless!)
I really hate it when some part of your mind makes a logical connection before you do, so you know the connection is there but aren't quite sure what it is. I'm trying to get my theory about there being a link between emotional reactions to asthetic stimuli and the existence of a higher conciousness onto paper so I can post it and get everyone to criticise it, but even though I can feel the line running right through to its end in my head, it's being very troublesome.
Why is everyone in such a rush to grow up? We only get to be young once, but we'll be getting older for the rest of our lives, so there's no harm in putting it off for a while.
Also, I'm sick of lyric quizzes that I can't do, so I'm going to make one myself.
Identify the song and the artist.
1) And something in me yearns to win/ such a cold and lonesome heroine./ And who are you/ she sternly spoke/ to the one beneath the smoke/ Why, I'm fire, he replied/ and I love your solitude/ I love your pride.
2) Mesiku na nebi hlubokem/ svetlo tvé daleko vidi/ po svete bloudis sirokém/ divas se v pribytky lidi.
(O moon high up in the deep, dark sky, your light sees far away regions, you travel round the wide, wide world peering into human dwellings.)
3) Strange things happen/ if you stay/ the devil will catch you anyway.
4) You and I were parted,/ t'was more than I could bare./I knew you were waiting in the street/ I heard your feet/ but could not meet...
5) I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles/ I think of rain, I think of roses blue.
6) But now I tell each young gazelle/ to go to hell... I mean, Hades.
7) And you will weep when you face the end alone/ you are lost/ you can never go home.
8) I was sixteen, he was twenty-one/ rode with us to Memphis/ and Papa would've shot him if he knew what he'd done.
9) Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson/ look right through me/ look right through me. Mad World, Tears for Fears
10) L'amour est un oiseau rebelle/ que nul ne peut apprivoiser/ et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle/ s'il lui convient de refuser.
(Love is a rebellious bird that nothing can tame, and it is simply in vain to call it if it is convient for it to refuse.)
11) He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it/ But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
12) Death makes angels of us all/ and gives us wings/ where we had shoulders/ smooth as ravens' claws.
13) When you walk into the room/ you pull me close and we start to move/ and we're spinning with the stars above
14) La ci darem la mano/ la mi dirai di si!/ Vedi, non e lontano/ partiam, ben mio, da qui!
(Then with your hand in mine, dear,/ you'll whisper gently yes!/ The castle's lord by yours, dear,/ come, and lover bless!)