Hey! Let's sing opera!

[Crazy Guggenheim]

lalalalalala. LALALALALA!

:popcorn:

[mykpart]

1. La donna est mobile

La la la LA la la

[MissHoneychurch]

2. L'amour est un oiseau rebelle

L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,
s'il lui convient de refuser.
Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière,
l'un parle bien, l'autre se tait:
Et c'est l'ature que je préfère,
il n'a rien dit mais il me pla&icirs;t.
L'amour! l'amour! l'amour! l'amour!

[Oeditpus Rex]

11. Show-off

Oh, Bwun-hiwda, you're so wovewy

Yes, I know it; I can't help it





Welcome to my shop
Let me cut your mop
Let me shave your crop
Dain — ti-ly
Dain — ti-ly

Don't look so perplexed
Why must you be vexed?
Can't you see you're next?
Yes, you're next
You're so next





Now, that's opera!

[MissHoneychurch]

12. I don't need to hate the French

I am part of Old Europe as well, remember?

Der Vogelfaenger bin ich ja,
Stets lustig, heisa, hopsassa!
Ich Vogelfaenger bin bekannt
Bei Alt und Jung im ganzen Land.
Weiss mit dem Locken umzugehn
Und mich auf's Pfeifen zu verstehn.
Drum kann ich froh und lustig sein,
Denn alle Voegel sind ja mein.
Der Vogelfaenger bin ich ja,
Stets lustig, heisa, hopsassa!
Ich Vogelfaenger bin bekannt
Bei Alt und Jung im ganzen Land.
Ein Netz fuer Maedchen moechte ich,
Ich fing sie dutzendweis fuer mich;
Dann sperrte ich sie bei mir ein,
Und alle Maedchen waeren mein.
Wenn alle Maedchen waeren mein,
So tauschte ich brav Zucker ein.
Die, welche mir am liebsten waer',
Der gaeb' ich gleich den Zucker her.
Und kuesste sie mich zaertlich dann,
Waer' sie mein Weib und ich ihr Mann,
Sie schlief' an meiner Seite ein,
Ich wiegte wie ein Kind sie ein.

In case you don't know .. that is from the Magic Flute by Mozart :)

[Callalily]

15. Is that Carmen

that you're singing? How lovely!

[MissHoneychurch]

16. yes it is

it's my favorite opera EVER

[Callalily]

17. Than I must definitely

put that on my list of operas to experience.

[MissHoneychurch]

18. you definitely should

it is a very lively opera with gorgeous music and songs. And if the performance is good, then you have action on the stage.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. You go ahead, my dear Crazy!

I'll be the audience!

I cannot sing worth shit! :cry:


:applause: :applause: :applause:

[DanCa]

4. Does Rock Opera count?

I'll belt out a few lines of Bat out of Hell if you want.

[Crazy Guggenheim]

5. Me me me me me .....

[GoddessOfGuinness]

6. Lasciate mi morire, Lasciate mi morire

and that's all I remember

[NMMNG]

7. Aaaah! My ears!

x(






:popcorn:

[u4ic]

8. ..

[TheBaldyMan]

10. I've killed a Wabbit

n/t

[Moochy]

9. Isn't this the post a picture of Jonathan Harris thread

I'm confused. :shrug:

[tjwmason]

13. More operetta

On a tree by a river a little tom-tit
Sang "Willow, titwillow, titwillow"
And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit
Singing 'Willow, titwillow, titwillow'"
"Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried
"Or a rather tough worm in your little inside"
With a shake of his poor little head, he replied
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"

He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough
Singing "Willow, titwillow, titwillow"
And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow
Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow
He sobbed and he sighed, and a gurgle he gave
Then he plunged himself into the billowy wave
And an echo arose from the suicide's grave
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow"

Now I feel just as sure as I'm sure that my name
Isn't Willow, titwillow, titwillow
That 'twas blighted affection that made him exclaim
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow"
And if you remain callous and obdurate, I
Shall perish as he did, and you will know why
Though I probably shall not exclaim as I die
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow"

I actually had some opera first thing this morning. Bel contento gia gode quest'alma from Flavio by Handel - sung by the dilectable Andreas Scholl :loveya:

[Misunderestimator]

14. Popcorn is not conducive to singing.

It gets stuck in the throat.

[hippywife]

19. My favorite:

Il Principe:
Nessun dorma!... Nessun dorma!...
Tu pure, o Principessa,
nella tua fredda stanza
guardi le stelle che tremano
d'amore e di speranza!
Ma il mio mistero
è chiuso in me,
il nome mio nessun saprà!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò,
quando la luce splenderà!
Ed il mio bacio scoglierà
il silenzio che ti fa mia!

Coro donne:
Il nome suo nessun saprà...
E noi dovrem ahimè, morir, morir!...

Il Principe:
Dilegua, o notte! tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincerò!
Vincerò! Vincerò!