Devotchka - Such A Lovely Thing

It’s an elusive thing
This love of which we sing
What are we doing,
What are we doing?

And I will give you anything,
Just please don’t stop singing,
The world would stop spinning…
arooooouunnd

You’re such a lovely thing
But there is ice forming
Upon your pretty wings
What are you protecting?

And I will give you everything,
And you can wear this ring,
But you only love me,
you only love me when I’m leaving,
you only love me ‘cause I’m leaving,
you only love me when I’m leaving,
you only love me ‘cause I’m leaving tonight

you’ve such a lovely thing,
but there is ice for me,
upon your pretty wings,
why are you lying?

And I will give you everything
Just please don’t stop singing,
The world would stop spinning
aroooouuund

It’s an elusive thing,
This love of which we sing,
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?

And I will give you anything,
And you can wear my ring,
But you only love me,
You only love me when I’m leaving,
You only love me ‘cause I’m leaving,
You only love me ‘cause I’m leaving,
You only love me when I’m leaving.

Devotchka - How It Ends

Hold your grandmother's bible to your breast
Gonna put it to the test
You wanted to be blessed

And in your heart you know it to be true
You know what you gotta do
They all depend on you

And you already know
Yeah, you already know how this will end

There is no escape from the slave catcher's songs
For all of the loved ones gone
Forever's not so long

And in your soul they poked a million holes
But you never let em show
Come on, it's time to go

And you already know
Yeah, you already know how this will end

Now you've seen his face
And you know that there's a place in the sun
For all that you've done
For you and your children

No longer shall you need
You always wanted to believe
Just ask and you'll receive
Beyond your wildest dreams

And you already know
Yeah, you already know how this will end.

Duorsumens

Wat ea heech en hillich it tinken ta timpel hie,

Stiet skots en skean en kâld as stien yn snie.

Rêd waait dûmny’s preekjen wei op winen,

Tiid slacht rimpen poarten ta en blinen.

In oere om te brekken, in oere om te bouwen:

De toerwizers draaie, wa hat betrouwen?

Djip ûnder jins fuotten fersakket de grûn,

Meinimmend al it leave, jin as leafde jûn.

Sjoch de masters fan fjoer en fan wetter,

Noait net út it lead en de soargen foar letter,

Harsels toaien yn mantels út idelheid:

In skym, in skaad, in spits yn planeten kwyt.

Skrutel om te swarren yn huzen fol ûlen,

Woe en soe men, hie men wurden yn mûlen.

Oant de toer hinget sa’t er bûge moat

En stof weromkeart ta ierde, lykas it west hat.

(Gedicht by de Koppermoandeiprint 2011, in ôfbylding fan de Aldehou, publisearre yn de LC fan 11 jannewaris.)

Ella Wassenaar - Jefta's dochter

Ik bin de rein dy’t net drinzgje mei
Ik bin de grûn dy’t net drinke mei
Ik bin de blom dy’t net bloeie mei
Ik bin de frucht dy’t net rypje mei
Ik bin de stim dy’t net sjonge mei
Ik bin de skoat dy’t net bernje mei
Ik bin it hert dat net klopje mei
Ik bin it ljocht dat net skine mei
Ik bin it fjoer dat net baarne mei
Ik bin Jefta’s dochter dy’t skrieme mei…


Sopraan Akke Kingma, piano Jaep Meems:

Dirigint 1970

Chopin/Millstein - Nocturne (for Violin)

Custer Larue - A Soldier Boy For Me