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Holger Falk, baritone Julius Drake, piano October 23, 2018 – 7:30 p.m. Forest Hills Church

Six Songs after Poems by Johann Gabriel Seidl Franz Schubert Born: Vienna-Himmelpfortgrund, 1797 Died: Vienna, 1828 Composed: 1826-28

In 1826, an aspiring 22-year-old poet by the (Sehnsucht); a celebration of passionate love name of Johann Gabriel Seidl (1804-75) (Bei dir allein); the praise of the simple published a two-volume anthology from which pleasures in life (Irdisches Glück), or a Schubert took the texts for no fewer than twelve meditation about where one's real home is (Der songs—including ione of his very last works, Wanderer an den Mond). Im Freien is, in the “Die Taubenpost,” published posthumously as words of musicologist Susan Youens, “a the last piece of the cycle Schwanengesang. nocturnal serenade to everything and everyone,” Despite the inferiority of Seidl's poetic talents, while in the ever-popular Taubenpost, these songs gave the composer the chance to “Sehnsucht” (longing) is, for once, not a cause express a wide range of feelings, including for suffering but a source of great, quiet reassurance after a state of restlessness happiness.

Selections from Hollywooder Liederbuch and Hollywood Elegies Hanns Eisler Born: Leipzig, 1898 Died: East Berlin, 1962 Composed: 1941-42

Next to Kurt Weill, Hanns Eisler was Bertolt lasted until Brecht's death in 1956. After years Brecht's closest musical collaborator. Exact of wanderings in Europe (where they were contemporaries, Brecht and Eisler first met in sometimes together and sometimes not), the two Berlin in the late 1920s, and their friendship men were reunited in 1941 in Southern California, where a rather large group of variously known as the Hollywooder Liederbuch refugees from Nazi Germany found their (Hollywood Songbook) and Hollywood Elegies. permanent or temporary homes (including All the songs are extremely short und depict the Eisler's old composition teacher, Arnold feelings of a refugee “driven to Paradise” whose Schoenberg). For Brecht and Eisler, who both thoughts and feelings are dominated on the had strong Communist sympathies, the sojourn sufferers left behind, one who is struggling with was not to last. In 1948, the composer was an unfamiliar new environment and is keenly expelled from McCarthy's America; the poet and aware that one person's Paradise can be another's playwright had departed a year earlier, only one Hell (“Diese Stadt hat mich belehrt”). day after testifying before the House Un- In the songs, Eisler made use of Schoenberg's American Activities Committee. The last phase twelve-tone method, combining it with the idiom of Brecht and Eisler's working relationship took of the political songs he had written in Germany, place in East Germany, where both settled in with elements of the classical Lied and popular 1949-50. music added to the mix as well. The result was a Eisler, who had found work in the Hollywood stylistic amalgam in which, as Eisler biographer studios during the war, composed about fifty art Albrecht Betz noted, “the familiar appears in an songs on Brecht poems during the same period. unfamiliar context,” where “Eisler's experiences The songs were later arranged in various cycles, with...film music have left their mark.”

Banalités (1940), (1948) Born: Paris, 1899 Died: Paris, 1963

Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918), a leading reviews everywhere. After the premiere of light of French avant-garde poetry, was at the Calligrammes at Town Hall in New York City center of Francis Poulenc’s artistic universe. As (November 20, 1948) in particular, there were a young man, Poulenc had known Apollinaire seven curtain calls and five encores. personally; over the years, he set more than forty In his memoir Diary of My Songs, Poulenc of his poems to music. His opera Les mamelles recalled the experiences that had led to the de Tirésias (‟The Breasts of ”) is based composition of this cycle, events that had taken on a play by Apollinaire. place thirty years earlier while the composer was In the five Banalités, we hear, in turn, a serving in the Army during World War I: sophisticated folksong imitation, an essay in I was then in an antiaircraft section stationed at decadent languor, a scherzo filled with delicious, Tremblay...I would end each day in one of the untranslatable puns, and an ironic miniature little bistros in Nogent. It was actually in one of waltz. In the last song, the longest of the set, these that I first made contact with the volume of individual pain receives a cosmic dimension as it Apollinaire, thus melding what I was going to embodies universal suffering ‟until the end of live through with the poetic fictions of time.” Calligrammes. Many of Poulenc's songs, including these two Each of the seven songs was dedicated to a sets, were written for Poulenc's friend childhood friend, two of whom were no longer andfrequent recital partner, the baritone Pierre alive in 1948. The memories connected to those Bernac. The seven songs that make up friends—bittersweet, fierce, sarcastic, nostalgic, Calligrammes received their premieres during tragic—come close to constituting an emotional the duo's first American tour in the fall of 1948, autobiography. a six-week coast-to-coast journey with rave

Ludions (1923), Rambouillet (1907), Je te veux (1897), Enfant martyre (1904) Erik Satie Born: Honfleur, 1866 Died: Paris, 1925

Erik Satie was one of the greatest non- latter's circle of friends known as the “Apaches” conformists in the history of music, with a deep and who had more recently formed a newer mistrust of the establishment. He was a friend coterie named “Potassons.” The name, for and contemporary of Debussy and Ravel who which Fargue provided a detailed definition, both thought highly of him, yet the path that led may be summed up as standing for a life-loving, to Pelléas and Daphnis was not for Satie. As he good-humored person. Songs 1, 3 and 5 are once said of Ravel: “Ravel refused the légion parodistic in their intent (the first a memorial for d'honneur but all his music accepts it.” a pet rat, the last one for a pet cat), but Nos. 2 Yet during the last years of his life, Satie was and 4 strike a darker tone with the “spleen” taken very seriously by the musical world, as he suddenly engulfing our entire life (at least for a should have been. With the advent of Dada and split second), and with a silly play on words Surrealism after World War I, his time had receiving a solemnly minimalistic musical really come, and pieces that would earlier have treatment. been dismissed as jokes lacking substance were Satie had frequently exercised his parodistic in received with a certain amount of reverence. younger years, working for years as a cabaret The five short songs published under the title pianist at the Auberge du Clou in the 9th Ludions were first performed at an aristocratic arrondissement, collaborating with a popular masked ball, with organ accompaniment no less singer-poet named Vincent Hyspa (1865-1938). (whose incongruity must have only increased the For “Rambouillet” and “Enfant martyre,” the humoristic effect, but still, the host of the words have not survived. The word in the first masked ball, Count Étienne de Beaumont, was a title is the name of a small town outside Paris devoted patron of the composer. (Ludions, known for its 14th-century château); they are known as “Cartesian divers” or “bottle imps” in both simple melodies with sometimes surprising English, are toys devised to demonstrate the harmonies. “Je te veux,” on a rather risqué text principle of buoyancy.) by Satie's friend Henry Pacory, is a sentimental The poet, Léon-Paul Fargue (1876-1947), an old waltz popularized by one of the most famous friend of Ravel's, had been a member of the music-hall performers in Paris, Paulette Darty.

______Mr. Laki is a musicologist and Visiting Associate Professor of Music at Bard College. He is a frequent lecturer and writer on classical music.

Song Lyrics and Translations

Six Songs after Poems by Johann Gabriel Seidl Franz Schubert

Der Wanderer an den Mond The wanderer speaks to the moon Ich auf der Erd', am Himmel du I on the earth, you in the sky - Wir wandern beide rüstig zu: - we both wander briskly on: Ich ernst und trüb, du mild und rein, I stern and troubled, you mild and pure; Was mag der Unterschied wol seyn? what might be the difference between us? Ich wandre fremd von Land zu Land, A stranger, I wander from land to land, So heimatlos, so unbekannt; so rootless and unknown; Bergauf, bergab, waldein, waldaus, up mountains and down, into forests and out, Doch bin ich nirgend - ach! - zu Haus. but nowhere am I - alas! - at home. Du aber wanderst auf und ab But you wander up and down, Aus Ostens Wieg' in Westens Grab, - from the eastern cradle to the western grave, Wallst länderein und länderaus, on your pilgrimage from land to land; Und bist doch, wo du bist, zu Haus. and wherever you are, you are at home. Der Himmel, endlos ausgespannt, The sky, endlessly spreading, Ist dein geliebtes Heimatland: is your beloved homeland; O glücklich, wer wohin er geht, o happy is he who, wherever he goes, Doch auf der Heimat Boden steht! still stands on native ground!

Bei dir allein With you alone Bei dir allein empfind' ich, dass ich lebe, With you alone I feel that I am alive, Dass Jugendmut mich schwellt that a spirit of youth swells within me, Dass eine heit're Welt that a jovial world Der Liebe mich durchbebe; of love surges through me; Mich freut mein Sein Bei dir allein! I rejoice in my existence Bei dir allein weht mir die Luft so labend, with you alone! Dünkt mich die Flur so grün, With you alone does the breeze feel so So mild des Lenzes Blüh'n, refreshing, So balsamreich der Abend, the meadow so green, So kühl der Hain, the blooming Spring so balmy, Bei dir allein! the evening so richly fragrant, Bei dir allein verliert der Schmerz sein Herbes, the grove so cool; Gewinnt die Freud an Lust! with you alone! Du sicherst meine Brust des angestammten Erbes; With you alone, pain loses its bitterness Ich fühl' mich mein and joy yields such pleasure! Bei dir allein! You safeguard the ancient heritage of my heart; I feel I am myself with you alone!

Im Freien Outdoors Draußen in der weiten Nacht Outside in the vast night Steh' ich wieder nun: Now once more I stand; Ihre helle Sternenpracht Its bright, starry splendour Lässt mein Herz nicht ruhn! Grants my heart no peace. Tausend Arme winken mir A thousand arms beckon to me Süßbegehrend zu, With sweet longing Tausend Stimmen rufen hier: A thousand voices call to me: »Grüß dich, Trauter, du!« 'Greetings, thou dear friend!' O ich weiß auch, was mich zieht, Oh, I know what draws me, Weiß auch, was mich ruft, What calls to me, Was wie Freundes Gruß und Lied Like a friend's greeting, a song Locket durch die Luft. Floating enticingly through the air. Siehst du dort das Hüttchen stehn, Do you see there the cottage Drauf der Mondschein ruht? On which the moonlight is lingering? Durch die blanken Scheiben sehn Augen, die mir gut! From its sparkling windows gaze out Siehst du dort das Haus am Bach, Fond eyes. Das der Mond bescheint? Do you see the house there by the brook, Unter seinem trauten Dach Lit by the moon? Schläft mein liebster Freund. Beneath its homey roof Siehst du jenen Baum, My dearest friend sleeps. der voll Silberflocken flimmt? Do you see that tree, O wie oft mein Busen schwoll, Glittering with flakes of silver? Froher dort gestimmt! Oh, how often did my heart Jedes Plätzchen, das mir winkt, Swell there with joy! Ist ein lieber Platz; Every little place that beckons Und wohin ein Strahl nur sinkt, Is precious to me Lockt ein teurer Schatz. And wherever a moonbeam falls, Drum auch winkt mir's überall Cherished treasure entices. So begehrend hier, So everything here Drum auch ruft es, wie der Schall Beckons to me with longing Trauter Liebe mir. And calls to me With the sounds of true love.

Irdisches Glück Earthly Happiness So Mancher sieht mit finstrer Miene Not so few look with grim faces Die weite Welt sich grollend an, And resentment on the wide world; Des Lebens wunderbare Bühne Life’s wondrous stage Liegt ihm vergebens aufgetan. Lies open to them, though in vain. Da weiß ich besser mich zu nehmen, But I know better what to do, Und fern, der Freude mich zu schämen, And, far from ashamed of my joy, Genieß' ich froh den Augenblick: do happily enjoy the moment. Das ist denn doch gewiss ein Glück. And this, certainly, is happiness! Um manches Herz hab ich geworben, Many a heart have I wooed Doch währte mein Triumph nicht lang, though my triumph did not last long Denn Blödheit hat mir oft verdorben, For my stupidity often ruined Was kaum mein Frohsinn mir errang. What my cheerful spirit had scarce achieved. Drum bin ich auch dem Netz entgangen; And so I did escape the net; Denn, weil kein Wahn mich hielt umfangen, For since no illusion held me captive Kam ich von keinem auch zurück: I had no need to escape from one: Und das ist doch gewiss ein Glück! And that, certainly, is happiness! Kein Lorbeer grünte meiner Scheitel, No laurels have adorned my brow, Mein Haupt umstrahlt' kein Ehrenglanz; Nor halo of glory shone about my head, Doch ist darum mein Thun nicht eitel; Yet my life is not in vain; Ein stiller Dank ist auch ein Kranz! Quiet thanks are also a wreath! Wem, weit entfernt von kecken Flügen, And he who, far from bold flights, Des Thales stille Freuden g'nügen, Is content with the valley’s quiet joys, Dem bangt auch nie für sein Genick: Never fears for his neck. Und das ist doch gewiss ein Glück! And that, certainly, is happiness! Und ruft der Bot' aus jenen Reichen And when the messenger from the world beyond Mir einst, wie Allen, ernst und hohl, Calls me, as he does all, in a voice serious and Dann sag ich willig, im Entweichen, hollow, Der schönen Erde »Lebe wohl!« Then, in parting, I bid willingly Sei's denn, so drücken doch am Ende To this beautiful earth “farewell”. Die Hand mir treue Freundeshände, Maybe, at the end, So segnet doch mich Freundesblick: the hands of true friends hold mine Und das ist, Brüder, doch wohl Glück! And friendly eyes will bless me; And that, brothers, is happiness indeed!

Die Taubenpost The pigeon post Ich hab' eine Brieftaub' in meinem Sold, In my pay I have a carrier-pigeon Die ist gar ergeben und treu, Who is utterly loyal and true. Sie nimmt mir nie das Ziel zu kurz, She never stops too short of her goal, Und fliegt auch nie vorbei. Nor ever flies too far. Ich sende sie vieltausendmal A thousand times I send her out Auf Kundschaft täglich hinaus, To gather everyday information, Vorbei an manchem lieben Ort, Past many of my favorite places Bis zu der Liebsten Haus. To my beloved's house. Dort schaut sie zum Fenster heimlich hinein, There she peeps in secretly at the window, Belauscht ihren Blick und Schritt, Eavesdropping on every look and step; Gibt meine Grüße scherzend ab Banteringly she conveys my greetings Und nimmt die ihren mit. And brings my beloved's back to me. Kein Briefchen brauch' ich zu schreiben mehr, I don't even need to write a note any longer; Die Thräne selbst geb' ich ihr: Tears alone I give her. O sie verträgt sie sicher nicht, Oh, she hardly tolerates those, Gar eifrig dient sie mir. So fervently does she serve me. Bei Tag, bei Nacht, im Wachen, im Traum, By day, by night, awake or in a dream, Ihr gilt das alles gleich: It is all the same to her: Wenn sie nur wandern, wandern kann, Only when she is in flight, and can be in flight, Dann ist sie überreich! Then she is happy! Sie wird nicht müd, sie wird nicht matt, She never grows tired, she never feels dull, Der Weg ist stets ihr neu; The way always feels new to her; Sie braucht nicht Lockung, braucht nicht Lohn, She needs no enticement, needs no reward, Die Taub' ist so mir treu! So true to me is this pigeon! Drum heg' ich sie auch so treu an der Brust, And so I cherish her so truly in my heart, Versichert des schönsten Gewinns; Assured of the fairest prize; Sie heißt - die Sehnsucht! Kennt ihr sie? - Her name is -- Longing! Do you know her? -- Die Botin treuen Sinns. The messenger of a devoted heart!

Selections from Hollywooder Liederbuch Hanns Eisler

An den kleinen Radioapparat To My Little Radio Du kleiner Kasten, den ich flüchtend trug, You little box I carried on as I fled, dass meine Lampen mir auch nicht zerbrächen, Concerned to save your lamps from getting besorgt vom Haus zum Schiff, vom Schiff zum broken Zug, Fleeing from house to train, from train to ship dass meine Feinde weiter zu mir sprächen, So I might hear my enemies keep talking to me. an meinem Lager und zu meiner Pein, Beside my bedside and to give me pain der letzten nachts, der ersten in der Früh', Last thing at night, once more as dawn appears von ihren Siegen und von meiner Müh. Shouting their victories and my troubles: Versprich mir, nicht auf einmal stumm zu sein! Promise at least you won't go dead again!

Über den Selbstmord On Suicide In diesem Lande und in dieser Zeit In such a country and at such a time dürfte es trübe Abende nicht geben, There should not be any melancholy evenings, auch hohe Brücken über die Flüsse. or high bridges over the rivers. Selbst die Stunden zwischen Nacht und Morgen Even the hours between night and morning und die ganze Winterzeit dazu; And the winter season too each year, das ist gefährlich! are full of danger. Denn angesichts dieses Elends For, having seen all this misery werfen die Menschen in einem Augenblick People will, in a moment, ihr unerträgliches Leben fort. throw away their unbearable lives. Die Flucht Escape Auf der Flucht vor meinen Landsleuten In my flight from my countrymen bin ich nun nach Finnland gelangt, I have got as far as Finland. freunde, die ich gestern nicht kannte, Friends whom I didn't know yesterday, stellten uns Betten in saubere Zimmer. set up beds for us in clean rooms. Im Lautsprecher höre ich die Siegesmeldungen des Through the loudspeakers I hear Abschaums. about the victories of the bastards. Neugierig betrachte ich die Karte. I eagerly study the map. Hoch oben in Lappland, nah dem nördlichen At the top, in Lapland, near the Arctic Sea, Eismeer zu, I can see a tiny door. seh' ich noch eine kleine Tür.

Die Flucht Escape Auf der Flucht vor meinen Landsleuten In my flight from my countrymen bin ich nun nach Finnland gelangt, I have got as far as Finland. Friends freunde, die ich gestern nicht kannte, Who till yesterday were strangers, let us have stellten uns Betten in saubere Zimmer. beds Im Lautsprecher höre ich die Siegesmeldungen des In the most spotless bedrooms. The bulletins on Abschaums. the wireless Neugierig betrachte ich die Karte. Tell how the bastards are winning. Curious Hoch oben in Lappland, nah dem nördlichen I study what the map says. At the top, in Lapland Eismeer zu, Where the Arctic Circle lies seh' ich noch eine kleine Tür. I can see there's a tiny door.

Ostersonntag Easter Sunday Heute, Ostersonntag früh, Easter day a cold wind blew ging ein plötzlicher Schneesturm über die Insel, And a flurry of snow swept over the island. zwischen den grünenden Hecken lag Schnee. In among burgeoning hedges it lay. Mein junger Sohn holte mich My young son zu einem Aprikosenbäumchen an der Hausmauer Dragged me out to save a little apricot tree up von einem Verse weg, against the house in dem ich auf diejenigen mit dem Finger deutete, Putting aside a verse in which I'd done the best die diesen Krieg vorbereiteten, I could to expose that group of men der diesen Kontinent, diese Insel, Who were preparing this war mein Volk und meine Familie Which must wipe out this continent, und mich vertilgen muss. and this island, my people and my family. Schweigend legten wir einen Sack Silently we wrapped a sack um den frierenden Baum. Round the shivering tree.

Der Kirschdieb The cherry thief An einem frühen Morgen lange vor Morgengraun Early the other morning, long before it was light wurde ich geweckt durch ein Pfeifen I was woken up by someone whistling und ging zum Fenster. And went to the window. Auf meinem Kirschbaum, From up my cherry tree, Dämmerung füllte den Garten, Twilight was filling the garden. saß ein junger Mann mit geflickter Hose A young man sat with a patch in his pants und pflückte lustig meine Kirschen. Cheerfully plucking my cherries. Mich sehend nickte er mir zu, When he saw me, he gave me a nod, mit beiden Händen holte er die Kirschen and with both hands aus den Zweigen in seine Taschen. Started stuffing cherries from the branches into Noch eine ganze Zeitlang, his pockets. als ich wieder in meiner Bettstatt lag, For quite a moment longer, when I'd once again hört' ich ihn sein lust'ges kleines Lied pfeifen. got into my bed I could hear him whistle his happy little song.

Selections from Hollywood-Elegien Hanns Eisler I. Unter den grünen Pfefferbäumen I. Beneath the green pepper trees gehn die Musiker auf den Strich, The musicians play the whore, zwei und zwei Two by two mit den Schreibern. Bach With the writers. Bach hat ein Strichquartett im Täschchen, Has a Strumpet Voluntary in his pocket. Dante schwenkt Dante wriggles den dürren Hintern. His shriveled bottom.

II. Die Stadt ist nach den Engeln genannt II. The city is named after the angels und man begegnet allenthalben Engeln. And you meet angels everywhere. Sie riechen nach Öl und tragen goldene Pessare, They smell of oil and wear golden pessaries, und mit blauen Ringen um die Augen füttern sie And, with blue rings round their eyes, allmorgentlich die Schreiber in ihren Feed the writers in their swimming puddles Schwimmpfühlen. every morning.

III. Jeden Morgen, mein Brot zu verdienen, III. Every day, to earn my daily bread, Geh’ ich zum Markt, wo Lügen verkauft werden. I go to the market where lies are sold. Hoffnungsvoll Hopeful Reihe ich mich ein unter die Verkäufer I take up my place among the sellers.

IV. Diese Stadt hat mich belehrt, IV. This city has taught me: Paradies und Hölle können eine Stadt sein. Paradise and hell can be the same city. Für die Mittellosen For the destitiute, Ist das Paradies die Hölle. Paradise is hell.

V. In den Hügeln wird Gold gefunden V. In the hills, gold is found, An der Küste findet man Öl. by the sea you come upon oil. Größere Vermögen Greater fortunes Bringen die Träume vom Glück are won from those dreams of happiness Die man hier auf Zelluloid schreibt. which are written on celluloid spools.

Die Heimkehr Homecoming Die Vaterstadt, Wie find ich sie doch? My native town: how will I find it? Folgend den Bombenschwärmen Guided by bomber squadrons Komm ich nach Haus. I shall come home. Wo liegt sie mir, Where will it lie? Wo liegt sie mir? There, where those enormous mountains of Dort, wo die ungeheuren Gebirge von Rauch smoke are standing, stehn, There is it, in the fire. das in den Feuern dort ist sie. My native town: how will it greet me? Die Vaterstadt, wie empfängt sie mich wohl? Before me go the bombers. Vor mir kommen die Bomber, Death-dealing locusts announce my return. tödliche Schwärme melden euch meine Conflagrations are preceding the native son. Rückkehr, Feuersbrünste gehen dem Sohn voraus.

Calligrammes sur des poémes de Francis Poulenc L’Espionne The Spy Pâle espionne de l’Amour Pale spy of love Ma mémoire à peine fidèle My barely faithful memory N’eut pour observer cette belle Forteresse Could only watch this beautiful Fortress qu’une heure un jour for one hour one day Tu te déguises Disguise yourself A ta guise as you will Mémoire espionne du cœur Memory spy of the heart Tu ne retrouves plus l’exquise Ruse You will no longer find the exquisite Ruse et le cœur seul est vainqueur and the heart is victorious Mais la vois-tu cette mémoire But can you see this memory Les yeux bandés prête à mourir Eyes blindfolded willing to die Elle affirme qu’on peut l’en croire She claims she can be trusted Mon cœur vaincra sans coup férir My heart will conquer without a shot

Mutation Mutation Une femme qui pleurait A woman who cried Eh! Oh! Ha! Eh! Oh! Ah! Des soldats qui passaient Soldiers who passed Eh! Oh! Ha! Eh! Oh! Ah! Un éclusier qui pêchait A lock keeper who fished Eh! Oh! Ha! Eh! Oh! Ah! Les tranchées qui blanchissaient The trenches that grew white Eh! Oh! Ha! Eh! Oh! Ah! Des obus qui pétaient Shells that went off Eh! Oh! Ha! Eh! Oh! Ah! Des allumettes qui ne prenaient pas Matches that did not catch Et tout And all A tant changé Has changed so much In me En moi And all has changed so much Et tout a tant changé All Tout But my love Sauf mon amour. Eh! Oh! Ah! Eh! Oh! Ha!

Vers le sud Towards the South Zénith Zenith Tous ces regrets all these regrets Ces jardins sans limite these gardens without limits Où le crapaud module un tendre cri d’azur where the toad modulates a tender azure cry La biche du silence éperdu passe vite the doe of boundless silence passes quickly Un rossignol meurtri par l’amour a nightingale wounded by love chante sur le rosier de ton corps sings on the rosebush of your body dont j’ai cueilli les roses from which I have picked the roses Nos cœurs pendent ensemble au même grenadier our hearts hang together on the same Et les fleurs de grenade en nos regards écloses pomegranate tree En tombant tour à tour ont jonché le sentier. and the pomegranate flowers that bloomed before our eyes falling one by one have strewn the path

Il pleut It rains Il pleut des voix de femmes It is raining of the voices of women comme si elles étaient mortes as if they were dead even in memory même dans le souvenir It is you also that it is raining C’est vous aussi qu’il pleut marvellous encounters of my life, merveilleuses rencontres de ma vie O droplets ô gouttelettes and these reared up clouds start to neigh Es ces nuages cabrés a whole universe of auricular cities se prennent à hennir listen if it is raining tout un univers de villes auriculaires while regret and disdain are weeping an Écoute s’il pleut tandis que le regret ancient music et le dédain pleurent une ancienne musique listen to the falling of the bonds Écoute tomber les liens qui te retiennent that restrain you from top to bottom en haut et en bas

La grâce exilée Exiled Grace Va-t’en va-t’en mon arc-en-ciel Go away, go away my rainbow Allez-vous-en couleurs charmantes Go away charming colours Cet exil t’est essentiel you need this exile Infante aux écharpes changeantes Infanta of the multi-coloured scarves Et l’arc-en-ciel est exilé and the rainbow is exiled Puisqu’on exile qui l’irise As we exile all that is iridescent but a flag Mais un drapeau s’est envolé flew off Prendre ta place au vent de bise to take your place in the wind

Aussi bien que les cigales As Well as the Cicadas Gens du midi, Gens du midi People of the south people of the south vous n’avez donc pas regardé les cigales so you have not watched the cicadas que vous ne savez pas creuser since you cannot dig que vous ne savez since you cannot make light or see pas vous éclairer ni voir What do you lack to see as well as the cicadas Que vous manque-t-il donc pour voir But you can still drink like the cicadas aussi bien que les cigales O people of the south people of the sun Mais vous savez encore boire people who should know how to dig and see comme les cigales as well as least as well as the cicadas ô gens du midi gens du soleil And what! you know how to drink and no gens qui devriez savoir creuser longer know et voir aussi bien pour le moins how to pee usefully like the cicadas aussi bien que les cigales The day of glory will come when you will Eh quoi! vous savez boire know et ne savez plus how to dig your way out into the sun pisser utilement comme les cigales dig, see, drink, pee like the cicadas le jour de gloire sera celui où vous saurez people of the south you must dig, see, drink, creuser pour bien sortir au soleil pee creusez voyez buvez pissez as well as the cicadas so as to sing like they comme les cigales do gens du midi il faut creuser voir boire pisser The lovable joy of the sun-filled peace aussi bien que les cigales pour chanter comme elles La joie adorable de la paix solaire.

Voyage Journey Adieu Amour nuage qui fuis Farewell love cloud that flees et n’a pas chu pluie féconde and has not dropped fertile rain refais le voyage de Dante. make again the journey of Dante Télégraphe Telegraph Oiseau qui laisse tomber ses ailes partout Bird that lets fall its wings everywhere Où va donc ce train qui meurt au loin Where is this train heading that dies in the Dans les vals et les beaux bois frais distance du tendre été si pâle? In the valleys and the beautiful fresh woods of La douce nuit lunaire et pleine d’étoiles The tender summer so pale? C’est ton visage que je ne vois plus. A sweet dreamy night full of stars It is your face that I no longer see.

Ludions Erik Satie

I. Air du rat I. Song of the Rat Abi Abirounère Abi-Abirounère, Qui que tu n’étais don ? so who then were you not? Une blanche monère Un jo A white monera, Un joli goulifon A han- Un œil A handsome little ogre Un œil à son pépère Un jo An eye - Un joli goulifon. An eye for watching granpop A han - A handsome little ogre. II. Spleen II. Melancholy Dans un vieux square où l’océan In an old park where an ocean Du mauvais temps met son séant Of foul weather has planted its behind Sur un banc triste aux yeux de pluie On a sad bench with rain-filled eyes, C’est d’une blonde is it a vicious Rosse et gironde and plump blonde Que tu t’ennuies who annoys you Dans ce cabaret du Néant in this cabaret of nothingness Qu’est notre vie? which is our life?

III. La grenouille américaine III. The American Frog La gouénouille améouicaine The Amehwican Fwog ogles me from over Me regarde par-dessus his fustian spectacles. Ses bésicles de futaine. His eyes are bulging globes Totally devoid of Ses yeux sont des grogs massus prettiness. Dépourvus de jolitaine. I think of Casadesus Je pense à Casadesus who has devised no music Qui n’a pas fait de musique for this scene of love Sur cette scène d’amour Whose nostalgic perfume Dont le parfum nostalgique Comes from a can of Armour beef. Sort d’une boîte d’Armour. O Argus of the table, you keep Argus de table tu gardes the soul of the toad Vainglory, L’âme du crapaud Vanglor O bubble who looks at me through its golden Ô bouillon qui me regardes glasses. Avec tes lunettes d’or.

IV. Air du poète IV. Song of the Poet Au pays de Papouasie In the land of Papua J’ai caressé la Pouasie... I caressed the Papoetry. La grâce que je vous souhaite The best favour I wish for you C’est de n’être pas Papouète. Is not to be a Papoet.

V. Chanson du chat V. Song of the Cat Il est une bébête Oh he’s a leetle amnal, Ti Li petit n’enfant Tirelan A little kittycat, C’est une byronette Tirelo. La beste à sa moman Tirelan A leetle byronette, Le peu Tinan faon His mommy’s beast, Tirelo. C’est un ti blanc-blanc The little baby Un petit potasson ? He’s a wee blan-blanc C’est mon goret A little potasso? C’est mon pourçon He’s my piglet, Mon petit potasson. my teeny-weeny boar my little potasso. He jumps up by the window Il saut’ sur la fenêtre And grumbles with his muzzle, Et groume du museau Coz he sees on the rooftop Pasqu’il voit sur la crête A birdie’s silhouette, S’découper les oiseaux Tirelo. Tirelo The little kittycat Le petit n’en faut The wee blan-blanc C’est un ti bloblo A little potasso Un petit Potaçao He’s my piglet, C’est mon goret My teeny-weeny boar C’est mon pourceau My little potasso. Mon petit potasseau.

Banalités, FP 107 Francis Poulenc

Chanson d’Orkenise Song of Orkenise Par les portes d’Orkenise Through the gates of Orkenise Veut entrer un charretier. a carter wants to enter. Par les portes d’Orkenise Through the gates of Orkenise Veut sortir un va-nu-pieds. a vagrant wants to leave. Et les gardes de la ville And the sentinels of the town Courant sus au va-nu-pieds: charging at the vagrant “Qu’emportes-tu de la ville?” ‘What are you taking out of the town?’ “J’y laisse mon cœur entier.” ‘I’m leaving my whole heart behind.’ Et les gardes de la ville And the sentinels of the town Courant sus au charretier: charging at the carter: “Qu’apportes-tu dans la ville?” ‘What are you bringing into the town?’ “Mon cœur pour me marier.” ‘My heart to be married!’ Que de cœurs dans Orkenise! What a lot of hearts in Orkenise! Les gardes riaient, riaient, The sentinels laughed and laughed. Va-nu-pieds, la route est grise, O vagrant, the road is dreary, L’amour grise, ô charretier. love makes the head spin, O carter. Les beaux gardes de la ville The handsome sentinels of the town Knitted Tricotaient superbement; superbly; Puis les portes de la ville Then the gates of the town Se fermèrent lentement. closed slowly. Hôtel Hotel Ma chambre a la forme d’une cage, My room has the form of a cage Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre. the sun reaches its arm through the window Mais moi qui veux fumer pour faire des mirages but I who want to smoke to make shapes in J’allume au feu du jour ma cigarette. the air Je ne veux pas travailler - je veux fumer. I light my cigarette at the fire of the day I do not want to work, I want to smoke.

Fagnes de Wallonie Walloon Marshlands Tant de tristesses plénières So much dreariness Prirent mon cœur aux fagnes désolées seized my heart in the desolate marshes Quand las j’ai reposé dans les sapinières when I rested weary among the firs Le poids des kilomètres the weight of the kilometres while pendant que râlait le vent d’ouest. the west wind growled J’avais quitté le joli bois I had left the pretty woods Les écureuils y sont restés the squirrels stayed there Ma pipe essayait de faire des nuages my pipe tried to make clouds Au ciel in the sky Qui restait pur obstinément. which stubbornly stayed clear Je n’ai confié aucun secret I did not confide any secret sinon une chanson énigmatique except an enigmatic song to the damp peat Aux tourbières humides bog Les bruyères fleurant le miel The heather smelling of honey Attiraient les abeilles was attracting the bees Et mes pieds endoloris and my aching feet Foulaient les myrtilles et les airelles trampled bilberries and whortleberries Tendrement mariée Nord Tenderly united North Nord North La vie s’y tord There life twists in trees En arbres forts that are strong and gnarled. Et tors. There life bites La vie y mord La mort death À belles dents with greedy teeth Quand bruit le vent when the wind howls

Voyage à Paris Trip to Paris Ah! la charmante chose Ah! how charming it is Quitter un pays morose To leave a gloomy place Pour Paris For Paris Paris joli Beautiful Paris Qu’un jour dût créer l’amour. That one day love must have created

Sanglots Sobs Notre amour est réglé par les calmes étoiles Our love is ruled by the calm stars Or nous savons qu’en nous beaucoup d’hommes We know that within us many men breathe respirent who came from very far away and are one Qui vinrent de très loin et sont un sous nos fronts behind our brows C’est la chanson des rêveurs It is the song of the dreamers Qui s’étaient arraché le cœur who had torn out their heart Et le portaient dans la main droite ... and carried it in their right hand Souviens-t’en cher orgueil de tous ces souvenirs (remember, oh dear pride, all these memories Des marins qui chantaient comme des conqué- the sailors who sang like conquerors rants. the chasms of Thule the tender skies of Ophir Des gouffres de Thulé des tendres cieux d’Ophir the cursed sick, those who flee their own Des malades maudits de ceux qui fuient leur shadow ombre and the joyful return of the happy emigrants) Et du retour joyeux des heureux émigrants blood was flowing from this heart De ce cœur il coulait du sang and the dreamer went on thinking Et le rêveur allait pensant of his delicate wound À sa blessure délicate ... (You will not break the chain of these Tu ne briseras pas la chaîne de ces causes ... causes...) ... Et douloureuse et nous disait: and painful; and he kept telling us: ... Qui sont les effets d’autres causes (which are the effects of other causes) Mon pauvre cœur, mon cœur brisé my poor heart, my broken heart Pareil au cœur de tous les hommes ... just like the heart of all men... Voici nos mains que la vie fit esclaves ... (Look, here are our hands that life enslaved) Est mort d’amour ou c’est tout comme has died of love or so it seems Est mort d’amour et le voici. has died of love and here it is Ainsi vont toutes choses This is the way of all things Arrachez donc le vôtre aussi! So tear out yours too Et rien ne sera libre jusq’à la fin des temps (and nothing will be free until the end of time) Laissons tout aux morts let us leave everything to the dead Et cachons nos sanglots and let us hide our sobs