Aretha Angcao Voice Audition for Recital 2

REPERTOIRE
Porgi, amor

W.A. Mozart

Dove sono i bei momenti

W.A.Mozart

Elle a fui, a tourterelle!

Jacques Offenbach

Summertime

George Gershwin

Dearest Mama

Douglas Moore

Always Through The Changing

Music, music, music

Douglas Moore
Marc Blitzstein

What Will It Be For Me

Marc Blitzstein

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Aretha Angcao Voice Audition for Recital 2
REPERTOIRE
Porgi, amor

W.A. Mozart

Dove sono i bei momenti

W.A.Mozart

Elle a fui, a tourterelle!

Jacques Offenbach

Summertime

George Gershwin

Dearest Mama

Douglas Moore

Always Through The Changing

Music, music, music
What Will It Be For Me

Douglas Moore
Marc Blitzstein
Marc Blitzstein

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-----------------------------------------------Porgi, amor
Dove sono i bei momenti
Opera: Le Nozze Di Figaro
Composer: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Le Nozze Di Figaro (The Marriage of Figaro) is an opera buffa composed by
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart in 1786. The opera continues the plot of Mozarts The
Barber of Seville wherein after a few years, the Count Almaviva has already
seemingly lost his love for the Countess (Rosina) and is now trying to woo Susanna,
the Countess servant and future wife of Figaro. Through the scheming of the
Countess, Susanna, and Figaro, the Count regains his love for the Countess
Almaviva.
Porgi, amor
(sung by Countess Rosina Almaviva)
Porgi, amor, qualche ristoro,
Al mio duolo, a'miei sospir!
O mi rendi il mio tesoro,
O mi lascia almen morir.

O Love, give me some remedy

For my sorrow, for my sighs!
Either give me back my darling
Or at least let me die.

Dove sono i bei momenti

(sung by Countess Rosina Almaviva)
E Susanna non vien!
Sono ansiosa di saper
come il Conte accolse la proposta.
proposition.
Alquanto ardito il progetto mi par,
rash,
E ad uno sposo si vivace e geloso!
and jealous

And Susanna hasn't come!

I'm anxious to know
How the Count took the
The plan seems to me a little
And against such a quick
husband!

Ma che mal c'?

Cangiando i miei vestiti con quelli
di Susanna,
E suoi co'miei
al favor della notte.
Oh, cielo! a qual umil stato fatale
comedown

But what harm is there in it?

To change my clothes with
Susanna's,
And hers with mine
Under cover of night.
Oh, Heaven! What a fatal

io son ridotta da un consorte crudel!

I'm reduced to by a cruel

Che dopo avermi con un misto inaudito

Who, after he had me, [gave

husband!
me] an
d'infedelt, di gelosia, di sdegno!

unheard-of mixture
Of infidelity, jealousy and

rage!
Prima amata, indi offesa, e alfin tradita,

First loved, then insulted,

Fammi or cercar da una mia serva aita!

at last betrayed,
You force me to seek help

and
from one
of my maids!
Dove sono i bei momenti
Di dolcezza e di piacer?
Dove andaro i giuramenti
Di quel labbro menzogner?

Where are the lovely moments

Of sweetness and pleasure?
Where have the promises gone
That came from those lying lips?

Perch mai, se in pianti e in pene

Per me tutto si cangi,
La memoria di quel bene
Dal mio sen non trapass?

Why, if all is changed for me

Into tears and pain,
Has the memory of that goodness
Not vanished from my breast?

Ah! se almen la mia costanza,

faithfulness,
Nel languire amando ognor,
suffering,
Mi portasse una speranza
Di cangiar l'ingrato cor!
heart!

Ah! if only, at least, my

Which still loves amidst its
Could bring me the hope
Of changing that ungrateful

Summertime
Opera: Porgy and Bess
Composer: George Gershwin
Referring to it as a folk opera, Porgy and Bess is an English opera composed in
1934 by George Gershwin. Premiered in 1935 in New York City, the opera featured
an all-African American cast of classical singers.
Porgy and Bess tells the story of Porgy, a disabled beggar, who tries his best to
help Porgy break free from the clutches of her lover, Crown, and the drug dealer,
Sportin Life.
Summertime
(sung by Clara, a young mother)

Summertime,
An the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
An the cotton is high
Oh, yo daddy's rich
An yo mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don' you cry
One of these mornins
You goin to rise up singing
Then you'll spread yo wings
An you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
There's a nothin can harm you
With Daddy an Mammy standing by.
Elle a fui, la tourterelle!
Opera: Les Contes DHoffmann
Composer: Jacques Offenbach
Les Contes DHoffman (The Tales of Hoffman) is an opera fantastique in three
acts composed by Jacques Offenbach. The opera tells of the story of Hoffman and
his tales of love for three women: Olympia (a mechanical doll), Antonia (a young
girl), and Giulietta (a courtesan).
Elle a fui, la tourterelle! is sung by Antonia in the second act. She refers here
to Hoffman as her turtledove who has flown away. Antonia is afflicted by a
sickness. She has inherited her mothers voice. However, singing will cause her
death. In the end, she chose a life of passion than a life not lived.
Elle a fui, la tourterelle!
(sung by Antonia)
Elle a fui, la tourterelle!
Ah! souvenir trop doux!
Image trop cruelle!
Hlas! mes genoux,
Je l'entends, je le vois!
Je l'entends, je le vois!

She has fled, the turtledove!

Ah, memory too sweet,
Image too cruel!
Alas, at my knees,
I hear him, I see him!
I hear him, I see him!

Elle a fui, la tourterelle,

Elle a fui loin de toi;
She
Mais elle est toujours fidle
Et te garde sa foi.
Mon bienaim, ma voix t'appelle,
Oui, tout mon coeur est toi.

She has flown, the turtledove,

has flown far from you;
But she is always faithful
And keeps her vow
My beloved, my voice calls you
Yes, all my heart is yours

Chre fleur qui viens d'clore

Dear flower, just opened,
Par piti rponds moi!
Have pity, answer me.
Toi qui sais s'il m'aime encore,
You who knows if he still lives me,
S'il me garde sa foi!
If he keeps his vow.
Mon bienaim, ma voix t'implore, My beloved, my voice begs you,
Ah! que ton coeur vienne moi.
Ah, let your heart come to me.
Elle a fui, la tourterelle,
She has flown, the turtledove,
Elle a fui loin de toi.
She has flown far from you.
Dearest Mama
Always Through The Changing
Opera: The Ballad of Baby Doe
Composer: Douglas Moore
Premiered in the Central City Opera in Colorado in 1956, The Ballad of Baby
Doe is Moores most loved and frequently staged English opera. Based on the lives
of Horace Tabor, Augusta Tabor, and Elizabeth Baby Doe Tabor, the opera retells
the story of the Matchless Mine and the scandal that rocked Leadville, Colorado
when Horace decided to divorce Augusta in order to marry Baby Doe.
Dearest Mama (The Letter Aria) was sung by Baby Doe while writing a letter to
her Mother, telling her that her marriage with Harvey Doe was over but that she has
found love in Horace Tabor, who was still married to Augusta. In spite of the odds,
Horace was able to divorce Augusta. Baby Doe and Horace were married in a lavish
ceremony in Colorado.
Thirty years later, silver was losing its value and Horace and Baby Doe found
themselves living in abject poverty and selling their properties, including an opera
theater. However, Horace kept the Matchless Mine where Baby Doe lived out the
rest of her life in poverty until her death. Always Through The Changing was the
last aria in the opera sung by Baby Doe as Horace lays dying in her arms.
Dearest Mama
(sung by Baby Doe)
Dearest Mama,
I am writing
For Im lonely and distressed.
I am staying
Here in Leadville
Without Harvey, by myself.
Evrything is over now between us,
He has left and its better that way too,
I never loved him.

We werent suited.
When two people feel that way
They shouldnt stay together.
Mama dear,
You often told me that I was beautiful,
And that my beauty deserved to find
A man someday
So rich, a man so powerful,
That he could give me anything
And make me like a princess
In olden days.
And so I waited,
Hoping someday he would come.
Dearest Mama,
Now Ive found him
And he loves me truly too.
Evry moment,
Were together,
We both know it had to be.
But, dear mama hes not free to marry
It is wrong for us to feel the way we do.
I know he needs me
And that I love him.
But I have to give him up
And we must part forever.
Always Through The Changing
(sung by Baby Doe)
Always through the changing
Of sun and shadow, time and space.
I will walk beside my love
In a green and quiet place.
Proof against the forms of fear,
No distress shall alter me.
I will walk beside my dear,
Clad in loves bright heraldry.
Sound the battles loud alarms.
Any foe I shall withstand.
In the circle of his arms
I am safe in Beulah Land.

Passion fades when joy is spent.

Lust is lure for gold and crime.
Beautys kiss is transient.
Love alone is fixed in time.
Death cannot divide my love,
All we sealed with living vows.
Warm Ill sleep beside my love
In a cold and narrow house.
Never shall the mourning dove
Weep for us in accents wild.
I shall walk beside my love,
Who is husband, father, child.
As our earthly eyes grow dim
Still the old song will be sung.
I shall change along with him,
So that both are ever young.

Music, Music, Music

What Will It Be For Me?
Opera: Regina
Composer: Marc Blitzstein
The opera was set in the 1900s in the Deep South. Regina Giddens, along
with her brothers, devises plans to obtain more money. When her husband Horace
vocally expressed his disapproval of her plans, she denied him his heart medication
which subsequently led to his death. Reginas daughter, Alexandra, discovers the
real cause of her fathers death and decides to leave Regina. Regina dies wealthy
but alone.

Music, Music, Music

(sung by Birdie, Act 1)
Oh, Cal, will you run home and get my music album?
My, Addie! What a good supper!
Just as good as good can be!
Mister Marshalls such a polite man,
With his manners,
And very educated and cultured.

And Ive told him all about

How my Mama and my Papa
Used to go to Europe for the music.
Imagine that, Addie.
Imagine going all the way to Europe
Just to listen to music?
Wouldnt that be nice, Addie?
Music, music, music
Remembering the sound,
The sound of it inside.
Inside I sing, sing inside,
Sing to myself.
When someone is pleasant and nice to you,
Oh, doesnt it make you think
Of music, too?
Tonight someone has been nice to me.
Music, music, music
He talked to me alone, to me!
And I sang the scale of course inside,
I sang the arpeggios too.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-ti-do
Ha-ha-ha...
Oh, what a very long time it is
Since Ive been remembering how music is for me.
To talk with someone pleasant is like that
And music is like that.
What Will It Be For Me
(sung by Alexandra, daughter of Regina)
What will it be for me?
Will someone say I love you?
What will it be, to be
The one to say I love you?
Will it be all real and right?
And how will it feel
To really love a perfect stranger?
Look in his eyes,
And look, and kiss that perfect stranger?
I cannot imagine it quite.

Its like nothing else before,

The opening of a door to the light.
I stand at the door, and wait,
And wonder wholl come knocking.
Wholl stand outside, and wait,
And wonder will I open?
Open to what dazzling light?
My life is waiting for me.
I wonder what will it be?