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Cabaret Songs

Song Cycle by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976)

1. Tell me the truth about love
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Some say that Love's a little boy
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round
And some say that's absurd:
But when I asked the man next door
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife was very cross indeed
And said it wouldn't do.

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas
Or the ham in a temperance hotel,
Does its odour remind one of llamas
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is
Or soft as eiderdown fluff,
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.

 ... 

I looked inside the summer-house,
It wasn't ever there,
I've tried the Thames at Maidenhead
And Brighton's bracing air;
I don't know what the blackbird sang
Or what the roses said,
But it wasn't in the chicken-run
Or underneath the bed.

Can it pull extraordinary faces,
Is it usually sick on a swing,
Does it spend all its time at the races
Or fiddling with pieces of string,
Has it views of its own about money,
Does it think Patriotism enough,
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.

Your feelings when you meet it, I
Am told you can't forget.
I've sought it since I was a child
But haven't found it yet;
I'm getting on for thirty-five,
And still I do not know
What kind of creature it can be
That bothers people so.

 ... 

Text Authorship:

  • by W. H. (Wystan Hugh) Auden (1907 - 1973), "O tell me the truth about love"

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Note: Britten's setting begins with a spoken line that does not appear in the Auden poem: "Liebe l'amour amor amoris."
Researcher for this page: David K. Smythe

2. Funeral Blues
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, 
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, 
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum 
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, 
Put crêpe bands round the white necks of the public doves, 
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, 
My working week and my Sunday rest, 
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; 
I thought that love could last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one, 
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, 
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; 
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Text Authorship:

  • by W. H. (Wystan Hugh) Auden (1907 - 1973), no title, appears in The Ascent of F6, first published 1936

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3. Johnny
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
O the valley in the summer where I and my John 
Beside the deep river would walk on and on 
While the grass at our feet and the birds up above 
Whispered so soft in reciprocal love, 
And I leaned on his shoulder; "O Johnny, let's play": 
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.

O the evening near Christmas as I well recall 
When we went to the Charity Matinee Ball, 
The floor was so smooth and the band was so loud 
And Johnny so handsome I felt so proud; 
"Squeeze me tighter, dear Johnny, let's dance till it's day": 
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.

Shall I ever forget at the Grand Opera 
When music poured out of each wonderful star? 
Diamonds and pearls they hung like ivy down 
Over each gold and silver gown; 
"O Johnny I'm in heaven" I whispered to say: 
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.

O but he was as fair as a garden in flower, 
As slender and tall as the great Eiffel Tower, 
When the waltz throbbed out down the long promenade 
O his eyes and his smile they went straight to my heart; 
"O marry me, Johnny, I'll love and obey": 
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.

O last night I dreamed of you, Johnny, my lover, 
You'd the sun on one arm and the moon on the other, 
The sea it was blue and the grass it was green. 
Every star rattled a round tambourine; 
Ten thousand miles deep in a pit there I lay: 
But you frowned like thunder and you went away.

Text Authorship:

  • by W. H. (Wystan Hugh) Auden (1907 - 1973), "Johnny", appears in Another Time, first published 1940

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Researcher for this page: David K. Smythe

4. Calypso
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Driver, drive faster and make a good run 
Down the Springfield Line under the shining sun.

Fly like the aeroplane, don't pull up short 
Till you brake for the Grand Central Station, New York.

For there in the middle of that waiting hall 
Should be standing the one that I love best of all.

If he's not there to meet me when I get to town, 
I'll stand on the pavement with tears rolling down.

For he is the one that I love to look on, 
The acme of kindness and perfection.

He presses my hand and he says he loves me
Which I find an admirable peculiarity.

The woods are bright green on both sides of the line; 
The trees have their loves though they're different from mine.

But the poor fat old banker in the sun-parlour car 
Has no one to love him except his cigar.

If I were the head of the Church or the State 
I'd powder my nose and just tell them to wait.

For love's more important and powerful than 
Even a priest or a politician.

Text Authorship:

  • by W. H. (Wystan Hugh) Auden (1907 - 1973), "Calypso", appears in Another Time, first published 1940

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Please note: this text, provided here for educational and research use, is in the public domain in Canada, but it may still be copyright in other legal jurisdictions. The LiederNet Archive makes no guarantee that the above text is public domain in your country. Please consult your country's copyright statutes or a qualified IP attorney to verify whether a certain text is in the public domain in your country or if downloading or distributing a copy constitutes fair use. The LiederNet Archive assumes no legal responsibility or liability for the copyright compliance of third parties.

Researcher for this page: David K. Smythe
Total word count: 844
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