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A. Very Pleasant We're sitting in the opera house; We're waiting for the curtain to arise With wonders for our eyes; We're feeling pretty gay, And well we may, "O, Jimmy, look!" I say, "The band is tuning up And soon will start to play." We whistle and we hum, Beat time with the drum. We're sitting in the opera house; We're waiting for the curtain to arise With wonders for our eyes, A feeling of expectancy, A certain kind of ecstasy, Expectancy and ecstasy... Sh's's's. B. Rather Sad From the street a strain on my ear doth fall, A tune as threadbare as that "old red shawl," It is tattered, it is torn, It shows signs of being worn, It's the tune my Uncle hummed from early morn, 'Twas a common little thing and kind 'a sweet, But 'twas sad and seemed to slow up both his feet; I can see him shuffling down To the barn or to the town, A humming.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gary Bachlund (b. 1947), "Memories", 2008 [medium voice and piano] [ sung text checked 1 time]
- by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954), "Memories", 1897 [ sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Alfredo García) , "Recuerdos", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 164
A. Muy agradables Estamos sentados en la opera, la ópera, la ópera; esperando a que se levante el telón con maravillas para nuestros ojos; nos sentimos muy alegres, y con razón. "jimmy, míra!" Digo, la orquesta está afinando y pronto empezará a tocar. Silbamos y tararearnos, llevamos el compás con el tambor. Estamos sentados en la ópera, la ópera, la ópera; esperando a que se levante el telón con maravillas para nuestros ojos; una sensación de expectación, un cierto tipo de éxtasis, expectación y éxtasis... Sh ... s..ss. Muy tristes Desde la calle llegan a mis oídos unos acordes, una melodía tan gastada como ese "viejo chal rojo", está desgarrada, está rota, tiene señales de estar usada, es la melodía que mi Tío tarareaba desde el amanecer, algo habitual y bastante agradable, pero era triste y parecía volverle torpe; puedo verlo arrastrando los pies hasta el granero o hasta el pueblo, tarareando. . .
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- Translation from English to Spanish (Español) copyright © 2004 by Alfredo García, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you must ask the copyright-holder(s) directly for permission. If you receive no response, you must consider it a refusal.
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- a text in English by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954)
This text was added to the website: 2004-05-02
Line count: 28
Word count: 153