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Publication Date

10-19-2005

Year of Release

2005

Note(s)

Philip Parlock, II, baritone

accompanied by

Pam Johnson, piano

assisted by

Joshua Richardson, trumpet

Annie Queen, mezzo-soprano

This recital is presented in partial fulfillment of the requirements for a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Music Education. Mr. Parlock is a student in the voice studio of Dr. Larry Stickler.

Translation of texts

Tu lo sai

You know how much I loved you,

you know it, yes, you know it, cruel one!

I do not desire other compensation,

but that you remember me

and despise an unfaithful one!

Quiafecit mihi magna

For he is mighty who has done

great things,

And holy is his name.

Widmung

You my soul, you my heart,

you my joy, you my grief;

you my world in which I live,

my heaven you, into which I soar;

O you my grave in which

I bury forever my sorrows.

You are rest, you are consolation;

you are heaven given to me

that you love me makes me worthy

in my own eyes;

Your glance transfigures me in my

own sight;

you raise me lovingly above

myself -

guardian spirit, my better self.

Die Lotosblume

The lotus flower is fretful

before the glory of the sun,

and with her head hanging

wails, dreaming, for night.

The moon, who is her lover,

wakes her with his light,

and for him she smilingly unveils

her innocent flower-face.

She blooms and glows and gleams,

and gazes silently upward;

she sends forth her fragrance, and

weeps, and trembles,

with love and love's torment.

Die Beiden Grenadiere

To France were returning two grenadiers

who had been captured in Russia;

and when they came to the German land

they hung their heads.

For there they beard the sad news

that France was lost,

the great army defeated and destroyed

and the Emperor a prisoner.

The grenadiers wept together

Over the miserable tidings.

One spoke: "Woe is me!

How my old wound burns!"

The other said: "It is all over.

I too would like to die with you,

but I have a wife and child at home

who without me would perish."

"What do I care for wife and child?

I have more important concerns.

Let them go begging if they are

Hungry -

Emperor is a prisoner!

"Brother, grant me one request,

if I must die now;

take my body to France with you,

bury me in French earth.

"My cross of honor, with the red ribbon,

you must lay on my heart;

put my rifle in my hand,

and fasten my sword-belt around me.

"So will I lie still and listen,

like a sentry in the grave,

until I hear the noise of cannon

and the hoofs of whinnying horses .

"Then should my Emperor ride

over my grave,

with many swords clanking and

clashing;

then I shall arise, fully armed, from

my grave,

Lo defend my Emperor!"

Di provenza il mar

Who erased the sea, the soil

Of Provence from your heart?

What destiny stole you away

From your native,

resplendent sun?

Oh, do remember in your sorrow

That joy glowed in you

and that there alone peace

can still shine upon you.

God has guided me!

Ah, you don't know how much

your old father has

suffered!

With you far away, his home

became full of misery.

But it in the end I find you again,

if hope didn't fail in me

if the voice of honor

didn't become completely silenced

in you

God has heard me!

Chanson Triste

In your heart there sleeps a moonlight

A soft moonlight of summer

And to escape this troublesome life

I shall drown myself in your light.

I shall forget the past sorrows, my love,

When you will cradle my sad heart

and thoughts

In the loving stillness of your arms l

You will let my wounded head,

Oh! Sometimes rest on your knees,

And you will recite a ballad

That will seem to speak of us,

And in your eyes filled with

sadness,

In your eyes then I shall drink

So many kisses and tender caresses

That perhaps I shall recover.

Le manoir de Rosamonde

With its sudden and voracious

teeth,

Like a dog love has bitten me.

If you follow my blood that was shed,

You could easily find my trail.

Take a horse of good breed,

Go and follow my arduous road,

Through pitfalls and lost trails,

If the chase will not make you weary!

Passing where I have passed,

You will see that alone and

Wounded

I traveled over this sorrowful

world.

And thus I wrought my own death

Far, far away, without discovering

The blue manor of Rosamund

Note

Smith Recital Hall

Disciplines

Arts and Humanities | Fine Arts | Music | Music Performance

Marshall University Music Department Presents a Senior Recital, Philip Parlock, II, baritone

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