Knoxville: Summer of 1915 Op. 24
Samuel Barber Lyrics


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Michael Tilson-Thomas London Symphony Orchestra & Barbara Hendricks Saan man galing ang ihip ng hangin Mapuwing man ako ng…


We have lyrics for these tracks by Samuel Barber:


Adagio for Strings (From "Platoon") Самуэль Барбер (1910 - 1981) Умирая, он вряд ли думал о свое…
Adagio for Strings (from Platoon) Самуэль Барбер (1910 - 1981) Умирая, он вряд ли думал о свое…
Adagio for Strings (vocal version) (from Platoon) Самуэль Барбер (1910 - 1981) Умирая, он вряд ли думал о свое…
Agnus Dei Agnus Dei, Qui tollis peccata mundi, Miserere nobis. Agnus …
Agnus Dei Op. 11 The Lamb of God, Who took the sins of the world, Have…
Agnus Dei Op.11 Agnus Dei, Qui tollis peccata mundi, Miserere nobis. Agnus …



Agnus Dei, Op. 11 The Lamb of God, Who took the sins of the world, Have…
Barber: Agnus Dei Agnus Dei, Qui tollis peccata mundi, Miserere nobis. Agnus …


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Shin-i-chi Kozima

@Tom Etheridge
You are welcome !
Really ,
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Someday please visit Japan in spring where the cherry blossoms in full bloom in everywhere are in full glory .
Japan is marvellous autumn .
In the autumn ,
the plaintive chirp of the transient life's autumn insects permeates our Japanese hearts from 1000 years ago .
Take care of yourself
Good luck !
Be on the alert for Coronavirus infection !
No man is an island !
please live long !



Richard Friedman

Sublime. This work for high voice and orchestra is a setting of excerpts from a 1938 prose poem by James Agee that would later serve as a preface for the author’s A Death in the Family. Barber’s piece premiered in Boston in 1948, with Eleanor Steber singing and Serge Koussevitzky conducting.

It has become that time of evening when people sit on their porches, rocking gently and talking gently and watching the street and the standing up into their sphere of possession of the trees, of birds' hung havens, hangars. People go by; things go by. A horse, drawing a buggy, breaking his hollow iron music on the asphalt; a loud auto; a quiet auto; people in pairs, not in a hurry, scuffling, switching their weight of aestival body, talking casually, the taste hovering over them of vanilla, strawberry, pasteboard and starched milk, the image upon them of lovers and horsemen, squared with clowns in hueless amber

A streetcar raising its iron moan; stopping, belling and starting; stertorous; rousing and raising again its iron increasing moan and swimming its gold windows and straw seats on past and past and past, the bleak spark crackling and cursing above it like a small malignant spirit set to dog its tracks; the iron whine rises on rising speed; still risen, faints; halts; the faint stinging bell; rises again, still fainter, fainting, lifting, lifts, faints foregone: forgotten. Now is the night one blue dew

Now is the night one blue dew, my father has drained, he has coiled the hose

Low on the length of lawns, a frailing of fire who breathes....
Parents on porches: rock and rock. From damp strings morning glories hang their ancient faces

The dry and exalted noise of the locusts from all the air at once enchants my eardrums

On the rough wet grass of the back yard my father and mother have spread quilts. We all lie there, my mother, my father, my uncle, my aunt, and I too am lying there....They are not talking much, and the talk is quiet, of nothing in particular, of nothing at all. The stars are wide and alive, they seem each like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near. All my people are larger bodies than mine,...with voices gentle and meaningless like the voices of sleeping birds. One is an artist, he is living at home. One is a musician, she is living at home. One is my mother who is good to me. One is my father who is good to me. By some chance, here they are, all on this earth; and who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth, lying, on quilts, on the grass, in a summer evening, among the sounds of the night. May God bless my people, my uncle, my aunt, my mother, my good father, oh, remember them kindly in their time of trouble; and in the hour of their taking away

After a little I am taken in and put to bed. Sleep, soft smiling, draws me unto her: and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home: but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am



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pieter lucas maria lemmens

One of the fine classical pieces composed on American soil. The orchestral score is amazingly refined and Maria sings great.

R Sinclair

Agreed, Barbers piece was truly amazing, rivals the "great masters" such emotional depth, Maria is outstanding though the (un- conducted) orchestra is superb! All around an amazing performance, and wonderful gift for all of us to enjoy! I donate to them as I want to support these lovely folks!

Debra Aponte

The soprano has a beautiful voice.

Andrea Soto Véres

Totally agree.

Marisa Louisa

Such a good looking soprano, amazing voice, so clear, clarity of sound from the chamber musicians

Tom Etheridge

Wow. What a gorgeous performance. The clarity of the score is breathtaking here.

Shin-i-chi Kozima

@Tom Etheridge
You are welcome !
Really ,
your beard is incomparable !

Someday please visit Japan in spring where the cherry blossoms in full bloom in everywhere are in full glory .
Japan is marvellous autumn .
In the autumn ,
the plaintive chirp of the transient life's autumn insects permeates our Japanese hearts from 1000 years ago .
Take care of yourself
Good luck !
Be on the alert for Coronavirus infection !
No man is an island !
please live long !

Tom Etheridge

@Shin-i-chi Kozima Thank you so much! I just now saw your reply, so I apologize for the delay in reply.

Shin-i-chi Kozima

Tom Etheridge なんと素晴らしい顎髭だろう‼️ Your beard is gorgeous! Greetings from Japan . Please come to fascinating and mysterious and inspired Japan . We wait for you ! So long . So long . Sayonara !

Howard Chasnoff

The emotional intensity, the sense of foreboding, the calm bucolic scenes, the tenderness are all mixed in this incredible piece. For the first time we can see it performed a the chamber work that it is. Its a marvelous video. I had the good fortune to perform this (viola) once.

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