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Am Meer - die Stadt
Das Schloss - der Markt
Die Handelsstadt - so reich
Türme - die See
Ein Tag im Herbst
Der leichte Wind
Beschwingt und lind
Die Erde bebt
Die Erde wankt
Und Häuser stürzen ein
Das Meer kocht auf
Die Handelsstadt
Die reiche Stadt
Stadtmauern bersten
Die Flut bricht ein
Die Stadt zerbricht
Der Himmel fällt
Und aus der Erde
Steigt Brand und Rauch
Die Menschen in der Stadt
Begraben im Schutt
Im Feuer und im Meer
In Lissabon
Die Erde bebt
Die Erde schwankt
Es schwankt Gewissheit
Schwankt Zuversicht
Die Welt ist schlecht
Böse und krank
Die Erde bebt
Die Erde schwankt
Es schwankt Gewissheit
Die Hoffnung auch
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Hokkaido blooms in the rains of Kew
Trees grace the garden
Tall cedars and the yew
These were my world
Dreams, like seeds must be
Sown if they are to flower
Far I’d go, as the ocean would roll
Just to say I had known them
Seas of species I sailed all alone
If unseen, how could we
Grow them at all?
Golden pine, magnolia, bamboo
From Shanghai, east to Kyushu
Latinised, my name
Shall be a fragile fame
For my crowded hours
Spent on these gems
Their stamens and stems
Live lived among their flowers
China tea – terrace to samovar
I introduced to India
Sail and trade.
Empires were not made, but grown
Underneath my gaze
Europe waits like a child at the gate
Eager for what I’ve brought him
Crysanthemum, the azalea or plum
Bay of Shimoda and Pagoda
Brought back here by botany
Green oceans away.
When the ship sails back home
I may not be with her
But you’ll see on this quay
Europe, all I give her:
Species recovered from Edens unseen
Let this be my inscription
And if in all the years to follow
Wind still blow
Then all the world shall know,
What I have seen
And if the ships still sail
From west to east, and home
My spirit will be with them,
In the wind
And when the tea is brewed
And flowers bloom outside
My spirit will be with them,
In the rain
Only this – not my name
Is all you need remember.
All my crowded hours
Spent on these gems
Their stamens and stems
Life lived among their flowers.
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Zim Zim Zim Zim Zim Zim Tarara
Et Ka dol Ve chadash Me ra ba
Friling shoyn bagint
Oy vi bin ikh kinderlakh.
Bé Shalom Bé Shalom
Ça c’est, ça c’est un blues
Ça c’est, ça c’est un blues… texan.
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Ich bin aus dem Osten
Meine Wiege stand im Paradies
Ich habe kein Heimweh
Nach der kahlen Wand,
Wo sein Bild hing
Wir hatten alles, nur nicht, die Dolomiten
Wir kannten alles, nur nicht, die Dolomiten
Alle Diamanten, die ich besass
Warf ich in den Fluss.
Was bleibt sind die Schatten
Und in meiner Hand
Der Reisepass.
Wir hatten alles, nur nicht, die Dolomiten
Wir kannten alles, nur nicht, die Dolomiten
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Greencore (Ribac/Newell)
04:14
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Into the maze of green we go
Into the emerald sea
Across the lea
When boys and girls
Come out to play
Dress the day
In green for May
Into the velvet maze we go
Into the hollow way
That bends the sun
And breaks its ray
To smithereens
Fading into
Green gold baize…
Fading into green
Into the horny spring we sing
The green, the green man wakes
Slips lusty through
The sleeping towns
To fields between
Weaving shades
Of deeper green
Into the greenwood days we go
Its colonnades
In staves of trees
The woodland floor
Where creatures run
Out of fern-light
Into sun
Green the psyche of the earth
Green the colour of re-birth
The season, stem and seed
Green is all you’ll ever need
Onto the green
Raise your kirtles
To the Dean
And strip the king
And stir the queen
For green is all
And all is green.
Come out to play.
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Here the Sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring.
The sky-lark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells chearful sound.
Old John with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk,
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say.
Such such such were the joys,
When we all, girls and boys,
In our youth time were seen
On the Ecchoing Green.
Each rock and each hill,
Each fountain and rill,
Cloud, Meteor, Star
Are men seen afar.
Such such such were the joys,
In my youth time were seen.
Sun does arise
And makes happy the skies
Merry bells ring
Welcome, welcome to Spring
Sky-lark, birds, bush
Sing, sing, bells ring round.
Each herb and each tree,
Mountain, hill
Cloud, Meteor, Star
Are men seen afar.
The sun does arise
And makes smiling the skies
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring
Then the sky-lark and thrush
And the birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells chearful sound.
While our sports shall be seen
On the Ecchoing Green
Yes, the sun does arise
And make happy
Make happy the skies.
Oh, the sun does arise
To make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring
Make happy the skies.
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Sound the Flute!
Now it’s mute.
Birds delight
Day and Night
Nightingale
In the dale,
Lark in Sky
Merrily,
To welcome in the Year.
Little Boy, full of joy,
Little Girl, sweet and small,
Cock does crow,
So do you;
Oh merry voice,
Oh infant noise,
To welcome in the year.
When the voices of children are
Heard on the green
And laughing is heard
On the hill,
My heart is at rest
Within my breast
And every thing is still.
And all around the garden
The seasons come and go
As ghosts of other summers
Drift by to say hello, hello.
But only in the garden
With no two days the same
The band plays on forever
In chords which have no name,
Scores no one has ever seen
Their ancient farandoles in green
But all around the garden
With summer come and gone
In wisps of misty mornings
The music lingers on
And all around the garden
The seasons come and go
Leaves fall on the floor
Drift by to say hello, hello.
All around the garden
The seasons come and go
Leaves fall on the floor
Drift by to say hello, hello.
Seasons come and go
Leaves fall on the floor
Drift by to say hello
And spring will be the acrobat
To somersault the hedge
And summer be the love you stole
And which you could not keep
All around the garden
The seasons come and go.
Autumn be a drunkard
With his cider on the ledge
Winter the anaesthetist
Will put them all to sleep,
All to sleep.
Each rock and each hill,
Mountain and rill,
Mountain, hill and go.
All to sleep.
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Versteck (Ribac/Schwabe)
04:11
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Der Mann im Mond.
Yalda, weisst du noch?
Lang her! Stimmt.
Ich weiss nicht mehr,
Wann es damals war.
Die Reise war sehr lang.
Ich wollte weg.
Seltsam,
Denn unser Haus hatte kein Dach mehr
Und auf dem Hof
Spielten die Hühner Versteck
Die Sterne leuchteten,
Im Wald wars hell,
Wir liefen schnell heraus.
Tausende auf Strassen und Platz
Hoffnung… Ja.
Seltsam,
Denn unser Haus hatte kein Dach mehr
Und auf dem Hof
Spielten die Hühner Versteck
Jahrzehnte später dann
Hab ich gesucht,
Nach dir, nach mir, nach uns
Damals
Efeu im Wind
Fenster zum Hof
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Cavalcade (Ribac)
00:21
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Weeds (Ribac/Schwabe)
04:45
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Last night I had a nightmare
Saw my garden full of weeds
And the scarecrow said to me
I know what you really need
There’s an amazing little spray
Stopping thistles in a clean way
And that beats clearly the mower
The weeds will be totally over
Its strict and so effective
Round-up, Round-up
It’s proper, not selective
Round-up, Round-up
Oh so effective and so radical
With a little spray... everybody!
Oh so effective and so radical
With a little spray... everybody!
Next day I went to the drugstore
Asked the chemist for support
He looked at me with his dodgy smile
They will drop in a short while
There’s an amazing little spray
Stopping thistles in a clean way
And that beats clearly the mower
The weeds will be totally over
Its strict and so effective
Round-up, Round-up
It’s proper, not selective
Round-up, Round-up
Weeds, you must say
Goodbye to me
Oh so effective and so radical
With a little spray... everybody!
And today is a sunny day
I enter my protective shell
I start my assault with joy
And let them all go to hell... to hell!
It’s white and so radical
Round-up, Round-up
It’s drastic and not banal
Round-up, Round-up
Weeds, you must say
Goodbye to me
There’s an amazing little spray
Stopping thistles in a clean way
And that beats clearly the mower
The weeds will be totally over
No more scarecrow
No more nightmare
No more weeds
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HL (Ribac)
00:37
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A hot day in late august. There was a big hairy
spider on the seat close to me. Terrified me. When
I noticed it I nearly fainted. But he just took it with
two hands and gently put it down. The spider
raced to a crack in the floor and disappeared.
The car was quick
And moving on
To Liberation Square.
The High Street then
A shopping mall
The Romans fought their battles there.
Unforeseen stop
Construction zone
Exhaling putrid smell.
He left the bus, began to walk
Inside the inner belt.
Now downtown,
He was amazed
By those shimm’ring facades
The proudness of the high-grade steel
The gleaming endless floors
Brick factories, lov’ly restored
Privat rooftop access
Authentic lofts
Havens of comfort
And a bit picturesque.
Refrain:
Dazzling vistas
The citadel
The narrow houses afar
Parading tourists
The coffee-shops
Signs for a wildlife park
The old cloth mill
Half in ruins
Down by the riverside,
The TV tower
Glows in the sunshine
Bright.
The breeze is soft and in the air
A light announce of spring,
Incredible to be here now.
On such a perfect day.
It looks like everything
Could help him to forget
And let him start again.
He took his rucksack
And his cardboard.
He just sat quietly
On the ground.
Surrounded by
Construction rubble
And a bit picturesque.
Refrain
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Tulipomania (Ribac)
01:21
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(Sweet memory, great history, around)
When you touch a flower
All the garden moves
(I find the flowers nice, I enjoy the glass)
If you open your eyes
Then you feel the fear
(Flower send around)
The fear
Treat the flowers gently
As they were your brides
Beauty is so fragile,
Fades away, away
Away, away, away, away, away...
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I shall have ready tomorrow afternoon
An instrument modeled after the human ear
By means of which I hope
To transmit vocal sound.
I’m like a man in a fog
Who is sure of his latitude and his longitude
I know I’m close to the land
For which I’m bound.
For the hard of hearing Edison
Had invented the megaphone
Fairgoers were astonished to hear
How sound could be amplified
By Edison’s device.
This instrument can be placed
On the knees of a deaf person in a theatre,
And the sounds can be intensified
Like an operaglass for the view.
Here you see is a book
For the ignorant
Who have never learned to read
It will be used to make toys talk
It will be used by actors
To learn the right reading of passages
In fact in fact its utlity will be endless.
Mary had a little lamb
Was the first song recorded by Edison
Mary had a little lamb,
Oh Mary Mary, little little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went,
Everywhere
The lamb was sure to go, to go, to go.
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Arpeggios (Ribac)
00:16
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For the songs have no end
They carry on.
Now they drift with the wind
And summer’s gone.
Green goes to flame
In the dark of the night.
The notes ebb and flow
Like the autumn tide.
Tap like a bird
On the window outside,
Then fly to another day
Now the tones of the hours
Rise and they fall
Slow decay of the flowers
Hangs in the hall
They rise and they fall
Red goes to gold
On the edge of the sun
The night sashays in
On a saraband
Breeze in the reeds
For a cello and bow
To play for another day
With the turning of the wheels
In their tumbril roll
Each generation learns to dance
To its own drum
Even as these siren songs call them
Out to play
A newer generation waits their time
Now the heroes age one by one
Now another dance must be done
Till the dancers are falling down -
One by one
The band, the instruments are put away
And its done
Say hello then at last
If you should meet
With the ghosts of your past
There on the street
Yours was the soundtrack
And yours were the songs
And yours were the scenes
In the film you made
Soft is a focus remembered in age
Hello then at last
If you should meet with ghosts
Ghosts of your past:
Say at last hello, hello.
Songs that have no end
They carry on
Say hello to the ghosts of your past
Now they drift,
Now they drift with the wind:
Ghosts of your past.
The soundtrack and the songs,
Breeze in the reeds,
Instruments put away
Les chansons continuent
Dérivent dans le vent
Le vert devient flamme
Dans le noir de la nuit
Vole et reflue
Comme la marée d’automne
Si tu dois rencontrer
Les fantômes du passé
Salue les et puis disparais
Gut eingerichtet sind wir
Wir Nachkommen doch
Von Bell, Von Blake,
Von Watson
Nachkommen auch
Von Bacon und von Nova Atlantis
Gegrüsst seid ihr von uns gegrüsst,
Alte Gespenster
Seid schon lange tot und doch so nah
Grüss euch
The haze of the final fade
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Nova Atlantis (Ribac)
01:44
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François Ribac and Eva Schwabe France
French composer François Ribac and german singer Eva Schwabe have been working together since the early nineties. Together they have created and performed various operas and plays as well as music for silent movies. Their records have been published by MUSEA (France) and No Man's Land (Germany) ... more
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