Σέξπιρ και μουσική

[daeman]

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Full Fathom Five (The Michael Nyman Songbook) - Ute Lemper

Ariel's song from "The Tempest" by W. Shakespeare. Music by Michael Nyman, sung by Ute Lemper.


Full Fathom Five - Sarah Leonard

Ariel's song from Shakepeare's 'The Tempest' in Peter Greenaway's 'Prospero's Books'. Music by Michael Nyman, vocal by Sarah Leonard.

 

[daeman]

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Song for Bassanio (The Merchant of Venice)

Composed and Arranged by Jocelyn Pook
Voice: Ben Crawley

Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring fancy's knell
I'll begin it,--Ding, dong, bell.

http://www.shakespeare-online.com/plays/merchant_3_2.html

 

[daeman]

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Comedy Tragedy History - Akala

Dat boy Akala's a diamond fella
All you little boys are a comedy of errors
You bellow but you fellows
get played like the cello,
I'm doing my ting
You're jealous like Othello.
Who you? what you gonna do?
All you little boys get Tamed like the Shrew
You're mid-summer dreamin'
Your tunes aren't appealing
I'm Capulet, you're Montague, I ain't feeling
I am the Julius Caesar hear me
The Merchant Of Venice couldn't sell your CD
As for me, All's Well That Ends Well
Your boy's like Macbeth, you're going to Hell
Measure for Measure, I am the best here
You're Merry Wives of Windsor not King Lear
I don't know about Timon
I know he was in Athens
When I come back like Hamlet you pay for your action

Dat boy Akala, I do it As You Like
You're Much Ado About Nothing
All you do is bite it
I'm too tight, I don't need 12 knights
All you little Tempests get murked on the mic
Of course I'm the one with the force
You're history like Henry IV
I'm fire, things look dire
Better run like Pericles Prince Of Tyre
Off the scale, cold as a Winter's Tale
Titus Andronicus was bound to fail
So will you if Akala get at ya
That's suicide like Anthony & Cleopatra
Cymbeline was a modern day Bridget Jones
Love's labours lost, a woman on her own
She needed Two Gentlemen Of Verona
This is Illa State and I am the owner

— — —

Wise is the man that knows he's a fool
Tempt not a desperate man with a jewel
Why take from Peter to go pay Paul
Some rise by sin and by virtue fall
What have you made if you gain the whole world
But sell your own soul for the price of a pearl
The world is my oyster and I am starving
I want much more than a penny or a farthing
I told no joke, I hope you're not laughing
Poet or pauper which do you class him
Speak eloquent, though I am resident to the gritty inner city
That's surely irrelevant
Call it urban, call it street
A rose by any other name, smell just as sweet
Spit so hard, but I'm smart as the Bard
Come through with a Union Jack, full of yard

Akala, Akala, where for art thou?
I am the black Shakespearian
The secret's out now
Chance never did crown me, this is destiny
You still talk but it still perplexes me
Devour cowards, thousands per hour
Don't you know the king's name is a tower
You should never speak it
It is not a secret
I teach thesis, like ancient Greece's
Or Egyptology, never no apology
In my minds eye, I see things properly
Stopping me, nah, you could never probably
I bare a charmed life, most probably
For certain I put daggers in a phrase
I'll put an end to your dancing days
No matter what you say it will never work
Wrens can't prey
Where eagles don't perch
I'm the worst with the words
Coz I curse all my verbs
I'm the first with a verse to rehearse with a nurse
There's a hearse for the first jerk who turn berserk
Off with his head, cos it must not work
Ramp with Akala, that's true madness
And there's no method in it, just sadness
I speak with daggers and the hammers
Of a passion when I'm rappin I attack 'em
In a military fashion the pattern of my rappin
chattin couldn't ever map it
And I run more rings round things than Saturn
Verses split big kids wigs when I'm rappin
That boy Akala, the black Shakespeare
Did not want to listen, when I said last year
Rich like a gem in Ethiope's ear
Tell them again
For them who never hear

 

[daeman]

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Dear Ophelia - Abney Park

 

[daeman]

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Lo, here the gentle lark (Henry Rowley Bishop / William Shakespeare) - Nellie Melba

Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,
And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
The sun ariseth in his majesty;
Who doth the world so gloriously behold
That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
​

Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow:
'O thou clear god, and patron of all light,
From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow
The beauteous influence that makes him bright,
There lives a son that suck'd an earthly mother,
May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.'
​

Venus and Adonis

 

[daeman]

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Miss Macbeth - Elvis Costello

Ημιτελές το ντέμο, δυστυχώς.

Miss Macbeth has a frightened face that all the children know
She must have been something else a long time ago
You can’t look her in the eye or else your face will crack
She talks to statues on the shelf, although they never answer back

[All the children testified that Miss Macbeth
Wore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tresses
Her eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched as white as chalk-dust
Her fingers sweated India-ink and poison-pen letters
There is a hungry hanging tree, just below your bedroom window
You can hear her take a broom to beat out a tattoo on the ceiling
Her bloodless face ran red inside
Βut was she really evil, was she only pantomime]

Now the chalk on the wall says that somebody saves
That somebody's face has just been washed off the pavement
Into a puzzle where petrol will be poisoned by rain
Miss Macbeth saw her reflection as confetti bled its colours down the drain

And every day she lives out another love song
It's a tearful lament of somebody done wrong
Well how can you miss what you've never possessed?
Miss Macbeth

We all should have known when the children paraded
They portrayed her in their fairy tales, sprinkling deadly Nightshade
And as they tormented her she rose to the bait
Even a scapegoat must have someone to hate

And every day she returns at another love song
"You're up there enjoying yourself, and I know it's wrong"
Well how can you miss what you've never possessed
Miss Macbeth

Sometimes people are just what they appear to be
With no redemption at all
We try to walk upright when we can't even crawl

Miss Macbeth has a gollywog she chucks under the chin
And she whispers to it tenderly then sticks it on a pin
And it might be coincidence but a boy down the lane
That she said "went white as he could do," then doubled over in pain

And everyday she lives out another love song
It's a tearful lament of somebody done wrong
Well, how can you miss what you've never possessed?
Miss Macbeth

 

[daeman]

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Hey there, Ophelia - MC Lars featuring Gabe Saporta and Brett Anderson

The name's Hamlet and I've got a tale
About madness, lust and a female
Dad's a ghost and he roams the floors
Lurks at night in Elsinore
Got a pale face just like Kiss paint
normal you know this ain't
Something is rotten up in Denmark, a sick mistake
My Uncle Claudius, his alibi is fishy
Suspicions of murder because he's acting hella shifty
Frailty - thy name is woman because my mom's on his D
A-N-I-S-H throne my Dad's ghost tells me
"Swear (swear, swear), to revenge my regicide,
Claudius iced me one night, under my crown he tries to hide
So Hamlet here's your mission: use your antic disposition
Make them think you're crazy, bring justice fuse the fission"
Meanwhile my girl Ophelia is goth as hell
Keeps a razor by her wrist, rocks out to Soft Cell
This girl has got more issues than Amy Winehouse

Spoiler

I'm like get thee to a nunnery, I'm not trying to find a spouse... and she says:

"Screw that forget about that I don't want to think about anything like that
Screw that forget about that I don't want to know about anything like that"

[Chorus:]
I've got nothing to do
but hang around and get screwed up on you (forget it though)
I've got nothing to do
but hang around and get screwed up on you (just let it go)

I'm an emo prince, non-committal as could be
You'd be non-committal too if you were flawed like me
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are on my back and I've had it
I've got these players down from Norway let them practice in the attic
I'll have them reenact the murder, watch my uncle's expression
The play's the thing to catch the king and teach him a lesson
My uncle freaks out at the play I know he did it just like OJ
Can't 187 while he prays because Hamlet won't play that way (nope!)
Confront my mom throw her down on the bed
Because this Oedipus complex has got me stressed in the head
Then I killed my girlfriend's dad, he was spying now he's dead
I screamed at my mom while the blood made the carpet turn red
See kings lose crowns but princes stay intelligent
R. Kelly has girl problems? this is drama, that's irrelevant
Ophelia bursts in throwing columbines and daises
Singing songs about virginity gone - she's honest but she's crazy

And she says
"Screw that forget about that I don't want to think about anything like that
Screw that forget about that I don't want to know about anything like that"

[Chorus:]
I've got nothing to do
but hang around and get screwed up on you (you've got to see)
I've got nothing to do
but hang around and get screwed up on you (not you it's me)

We've got clowns in the graveyard and I'm talking to skulls
We've got murder and incest, who said Shakespeare was dull?
My girlfriend took her life, and I'm like "Goodness gracious"
Her brother wants to duel - Laertes is too pugnacious
My uncle dipped the tip of the saber in poison (duel time)
Then he poisoned the cup that mom started enjoyin' (tool time)
I got stabbed with the poison sword, then I stabbed my girlfriend's brother
and then I stabbed my uncle and we've all killed each other
To be or not to be? Well I guess that solves that one
And I would have stayed in Wittgenberg if I'd known that this would happen
If you're ever up in Denmark on a moonlit night
You'll hear Ophelia's sad song when the full moon's bright
Baby I'm sorry I messed up, good night my sweet princess
May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest

and they sing

[Chorus:]
I've got nothing to do
but hang around and get screwed up on you (forget it though)
I've got nothing to do
but hang around and get screwed up on you (just let it go)

I've got nothing to do
but hang around and get screwed up on you (you've got to see)
I've got nothing to do
but hang around and get screwed up on you (not you it's me)

MC Lars presents Lit Hop

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Nerdcore hop, kinda hip.

 

[Earion]

Brush Up Your Shakespeare (Cole Porter’s Kiss Me Kate)

Michael Jibson ana James Doherty with The John Wilson Orchestra live at The Royal Albert Hall. BBC Proms 2014

The goirls today in society go for classical poetry
So to win their hearts one must quote with ease
Aeschylus and Euripides
One must know Homer, and b’lieve me, Beau
Sophocles, also Sappho-ho
Unless you know Shelley and Keats and Pope
Dainty Debbies will call you a dope

But the poet of them all
Who will start ’em simply ravin’
Is the poet people call
The Bard of Stratford on Avon

{Refrain}
Brush up your Shakespeare
Start quoting him now
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow

Just declaim a few lines from Othella
And they’ll think you’re a hell of a fella
If your blonde won’t respond when you flatter ’er
Tell her what Tony told Cleopatterer

If she fights when her clothes you are mussing
What are clothes? Much ado about nussing
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they’ll all kow-tow

Brush up your Shakespeare
Start quoting him now
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow

With the wife of the British ambessida
Try a crack out of Troilus and Cressida
If she says she won’t buy it or tike it
Make her tike it, what’s more As You Like It

If she says your behavior is heinous
Kick her right in the Coriolanus
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kow-tow

Brush up your Shakespeare
Start quoting him now
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow

If you can’t be a ham and do Hamlet
They will not give a damn or a damlet
Just recite an occasional sonnet
And your lap’ll have honey upon it

When your baby is pleading for pleasure
Let her sample your Measure for Measure
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they’ll all kow-tow - Forsooth
And they’ll all kow-tow – I’ faith
And they’ll all kow-tow

Brush up your Shakespeare
Start quoting him now
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow

Better mention The Merchant of Venice
When her sweet pound o’ flesh you would menace
If her virtue, at first, she defends---well
Just remind her that All’s Well That Ends Well

And if still she won’t give you a bonus
You know what Venus got from Adonis
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they’ll all kow-tow - Thinkst thou?
And they’ll all kow-tow - Odds bodkins
And they’ll all kow-tow

Brush up your Shakespeare
Start quoting him now
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow

If your goirl is a Washington Heights dream
Treat the kid to a midsummer night’s dream
If she then wants an all-by-herself night
Let her rest ev’ry ’leventh or twelfth night

If because of your heat she gets huffy
Simply play on and "Lay on, Macduffy!"
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they’ll all kow-tow - Forsooth
And they’ll all kow-tow - Thinkst thou?
And they’ll all kow-tow - We trou’
And they’ll all kow-tow

 

[dharvatis]

Ωραίο! Να βρούμε και το ελληνικό τώρα!

 

[nickel]

Θα το προσπαθήσω, in situ.

 

[Earion]

Για τα κορίτσια του σήμερα
μη σκεφτείς κόλπα εφήμερα,
μα χώσ’ τους ποίηση κλασική
Πίνδαρο κι Ευριπίδη.
Να ξέρεις πρέπει από Όμηρο,
Σοφοκλή αλλά και Σαπφώ,
Αισχύλο, Γκαίτε και Σολωμό,
αν δε θες να σε λένε κουτό.

Μα απ’ όλους πιο τρανός,
που τις κάνει να χαζεύουν,
είν’ ο ποιητής αυτός —ποιος;—
ο βάρδος του Στράτφορντ ον Έιβον.

Πιάσε τον Σαίξπηρ
μάθε τον καλά
ρίξε έναν Σαίξπηρ
και κορίτσια θα ’χεις πολλά.

Ρίξ’ τους δύο γραμμές απ’ Οθέλο
και θα λέν’ «Αχ, καλέ, πώς σε θέλω»
και θα είσαι μαζί της για πάντα
ο Αντωνάκης κι αυτή Κλεοπάτρα.

Αν τα βρίσκει τα χάδια σου ύποπτα
πες «Πολύ Κακό για το Τίποτα».
Πιάσε τον Σαίξπηρ
Κι όρμα δυνατά.

Πιάσε τον Σαίξπηρ
μάθε τον καλά
ρίξε έναν Σαίξπηρ
να σε πνίξουν στα φιλιά.

Μια κυρία καθώς πρέπει Αγγλίδα
θέλει Τρωίλο και Χρυσηίδα
κι άμα ξάφνου μια μέρα σ’ την πέσει
πες «Ας γίνει Όπως Σας Αρέσει»

Να σε κάνει αν δε θέλει δικό της
δώσ’ της μία στον Κοριολανό της.
Πιάσε τον Σαίξπηρ
κι όρμα δυνατά.

Πιάσε τον Σαίξπηρ
μάθε τον καλά
ρίξε έναν Σαίξπηρ
και κορίτσια θα ’χεις πολλά.

Για τον Άμλετ, αν δεν της μιλήσεις,
την αγάπη της δεν θα κερδίσεις,
μ’ αν της πεις το σονέτο που θέλει
θα γεμίσει η αγκαλιά σου με μέλι.

Για να μπεις στης καρδιάς της το κέντρο
να της δείξεις το Ίδιο το Μέτρο.
Πιάσε τον Σαίξπηρ
κι όρμα δυνατά —ξανά—
κι όρμα δυνατά —άλλη μια—
κι όρμα δυνατά.

Πιάσε τον Σαίξπηρ
μάθε τον καλά
ρίξε έναν Σαίξπηρ
και κορίτσια θα ’χεις πολλά.

Για τον Έμπορο της Βενετίας
μίλησέ της γλυκά της κυρίας
κι αν με νάζι σου λέει «Ξεκόλλα»
πες της «Τέλος Καλό, Καλά Όλα».

Δώσ’ της χίλια φιλάκια στη μύτη
όπως ο Άδωνις την Αφροδίτη.
Πιάσε τον Σαίξπηρ
κι όρμα δυνατά—σιγά—
κι όρμα δυνατά—ολέ—
κι όρμα δυνατά.

Πιάσε τον Σαίξπηρ
μάθε τον καλά
ρίξε έναν Σαίξπηρ
και κορίτσια θα ’χεις πολλά.

Θυμισέ της με τρόπο παμπόνηρο
μιας Θερινής Νύχτας το Όνειρο,
κι αν περάσει η Δωδέκατη Νύχτα
άλλη μια απ’ την αρχή ξαναρίχτα
και το κέρδισες το κοριτσάκι
σαν τη Στρίγγλα που Έγινε Αρνάκι.

Πιάσε τον Σαίξπηρ
κι όρμα δυνατά —αμή—
κι όρμα δυνατά —αμ πώς;—
κι όρμα δυνατά.


Σε ποιον οι δάφνες; Στο πρόγραμμα γράφει: Σκηνοθεσία / μετάφραση : Πάρις Μέξης - Γιώργος Πέτρου

 

[nickel]

Πολύ καλή δουλειά απομαγνητοφώνησης, Earion, αν και έχω αμφιβολίες για τρία σημεία. Θα μπορούσα να ανεβάσω κάπου το ηχητικό, αλλά θα ένιωθα καλύτερα αν είχαμε πάρει πρώτα τη σχετική άδεια.

Θέλω ωστόσο να πω ότι η παράσταση ήταν πάνω και πέρα από κάθε προσδοκία. Δεν βρήκα ψεγάδια. Ίσως μάλιστα ευχαριστήθηκα την παράσταση περισσότερο από την ταινία.

 

[Earion]

Μπούτλεγκ αυθεντικό και γνήσιο. Χαρείτε το χωρίς ενοχές!

 

[daeman]

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Σαν ήμουν νιος (τραγούδι του νεκροθάφτη) - Χειμερινοί Κολυμβητές

Σαν ήμουν νιος γλυκά γλυκά
περνούσα τον καιρό
με την αγάπη ξένοιαστα
γλεντούσα πάντα εγώ

Μα 'ρθαν τα χρόνια κλέφτικα
μ' αρπάν απ' τον λαιμό
κι ένα κουρέλι με πετάν
σαν να μην είμαι εγώ

Φτυάρι και τσαπί – τσαπί
πανί να διπλωθώ
κιβούρι ανοίχτε μου βαθύ
κι ο ξένος πάω κι εγώ

Σέξπιρ, Άμλετ, Πράξη Ε΄, Σκηνή 1 (μτφ. Βασίλη Ρώτα)

In youth when I did love, did love
Methought it was very sweet
To contract-O the time for-a-my behove
O, methought there-a-was nothing-a-meet

But age with his stealing steps
Hath clawed me in his clutch
And hath shipped me intο the land
As if I had never been such

A pickaxe and a spade, a spade
For and a shrouding sheet
O, a Pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet

 

[daeman]

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What a piece of work is man - Hair soundtrack

What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties!
In form and moving how express and admirable!
In action how like an angel!
In apprehension how like a god!
The beauty of the world!
The paragon of animals!
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Man delights not me; nor woman neither;
though by your smiling you seem to say so.

I have of late —but wherefore I know not —
lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises;
and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition
that this goodly frame, the earth,
seems to me a sterile promontory;
this most excellent canopy, the air,
look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament,
this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,
why, it appears no other thing to me
but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.

What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason!

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, Act II, Scene 2

 

[daeman]

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Sonnet 43 - Rufus Wainwright

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And, darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow’s form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

 

[daeman]

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Three Shakespeare Songs by Ralph Vaughan Williams - Netherlands Chamber Choir conducted by John Alldis

I. Full Fathom Five (The Tempest, Act 1 scene 2)

II. The Cloud Capp'd Towers (The Tempest, Act IV scene 1)

III. Over Hill, Over Dale (A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II scene 1)

 

[daeman]

If music be the food of love, play on.