Arnold Franz Walter Schoenberg or Schönberg was an Austrian composer, music theorist, and painter. He was associated with the expressionist movement in. Arnold Schoenberg: Brettl-Lieder (Cabaret Songs) – Play streams in full or download MP3 from Classical Archives (), the largest and best. Brettl Lieder – Cabaret Songs – Composer: Arnold Schoenberg Title: Brettl Lieder – Cabaret Songs 1. Der genügsame Liebhaber (Hugo Salus) 2. Einfältiges Lied.
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It is illegal to copy and distribute our copyright-protected material without permission. For more information, contact us at the following address: Brettl Songs Word count: Go to the single-text view My girlfriend has a black cat With a softly rippling velvet hide, And I, I have beettl bald, shiny head Smooth and shiny and silvery bright My girlfriend is a voluptuous woman, She lies upon the couch all year long, Busily stoking the fur of her cat My god, she loves to touch that velvety fur.
In the evening, when I come to visit, The kitty lies in her lap, And eats honeyed cookies with her And shudders when I gently loeder its fur. So when I wish, one day, to be tender with my sweet, And so that she would cuddle with me, too — I’ll put the cat upon my bald pate. Then she’ll pet the cat and laugh.
Brettl-Lieder (Cabaret Songs), for voice & piano
Go to the single-text view The king went out for a walk, Like an ordinary man upon a walk, Without a scepter and without a crown Like a common man about the town.
A strong wind began to blow, A quite ordinary wind began to blow, Without knowing who it was at all, Upon the king the wind did fall. It ripped the hat from off his head, And hurtling o’er the roof it sped, Nevermore to be seen! There you see it! There you have it!
Catalog Record: Brettl-Lieder = Cabaret songs : voice and piano | Hathi Trust Digital Library
I told you so! One can’t be a king without a crown, Who, like ordinary men, goes up and down Among the foolish folk. Go to the single-text view Drummer, let your calfskin ring, And trumpeter, let it fly, So that they out of their beds do spring, Murder, Michel.
Toot and bretgl, toot and blare, Night-caps appearing everywhere. And so happy, through the glowing Moonlit lanes, I press, Between two Mademoiselles going, A launderer and a seamstress ironer: Little Louisa on the left, on the right Marie, And leading the way, I musici. But now we’re near the domicile I told you of before. So if you would, please stop awhile, Silent as the grave once more!
Hush and hum, hush and hum, Softly ’round the house let’s come. My hot-tempered Henriette Within this small cottage lies; If roused from her sleep, Lkeder bet She would scratch out all our eyes. Musicians, now play til the windows shake! There’s no more need to worry.
Thump all the old aunts ’til we make Them to their windows scurry! And so happy, through the glowing Moonlit lanes, I press, Between two Mademoiselles going, A launderer and a seamstress: Everyone gets what he deserves Language: Go to the single-text view There on a flat paradeground Kaspar holds the center Up on his high horse.
A King, a duke gathered around and Bretttl the opposite side, the public; With the ranks bang bang bang Marching strictly, as one. Drinking the air awash with sunlight, Helmet and bayonet glittering, Bubbling, shimmering and sparkling. In the shadowy reviewing stand, Bravo! Lighting-like glanced through opera glasses.
Brettl-Lieder (Cabaret Songs)
Parading back and forth. And next to me, who could that be? Charmingly not so terribly elegant Yet enchantingly chic. If one were to look critically Senses secretly heightened. With hips moving trustingly, Coupled with the music.
Kaspar, take what you’ve earned, And what this garrison has led you to, Protect yourself and us. But now, my dear one Let’s hurry from the paradeground Behind that wall there is a little place Far from the glint and hubbub.
And there we will lie down, I and my neighbor. From afar, we hear “Tan-ta-ra! What joy not to be one When finally the two of us are quietly alone together, etc.
Go to the single-text view Woman, don’t be such a vain creature, Don’t catch yourself a butterfly. But seek a real man, One who can truly kiss you, And with the power in his hands Can build you a warm little nest.
Woman, woman, don’t be foolish, Don’t run around as in a dream, Keep watch! In case one appears, Who might be the right man for you. If he arrives, don’t think about it for long! Lovely woman, be wise, Use your beauty while it is in bloom, Pay attention and think about it, For, if you do not have a plan, And stumble aimlessly through life, You’ll become an old maid. Lovely woman, be wise, Use your beauty while it is in bloom, Pay attention and think about it, Think about it.
Go to the single-text view Miss Gigerlette invited me to tea With an air like snow she greeted me; She was dressed entirely like Pierrette.
E’en a monk would think Miss G lovely, I’ll bet. It was a red room, where she and I met, A hall with golden glow of candles beset. She was so full of life and lisder. In a coach and four did the two of us ride Into a land known as Mirth, traveling the countryside.
So that we not lose speed, aim, or gait The coachman, Love, steered our carriage straight. Go to the single-text view O, how I burn with longing, Galathea, beautiful child, To kiss your cheeks, for they are so delightful.
Please me once again, Galathea, beautiful child, To kiss your tresses, for they are so beguiling. Never will I be able, until I die, Galathea, beautiful child, To resist kissing your hands, for they are so enticing.
Ah, you cannot know brrttl I burn, Galathea, beautiful child, To kiss your knees, for they are so enticing. And what I would not do, you sweet Galathea, beautiful child, To kiss your feet, for they are so tempting. But never offer your mouth, maiden, to my kisses, For its charming fullness I will only kiss in my dreams.
Go to the single-text view On seeing so many lovely maids My heart brdttl with heat, It hums and thrums all about, Like a swarm of bees. And if her flame matches mine, Within her beautiful clear eyes, Just like the blows of a hammer Does my little heart pound. I’d wish for a thousand women, If the gods were lieedr just, Then I’d dance around like a marmot 1 This way and that, That would be a life, in this world, That I’d love to have. I’d hop like a hare through the fields, And within my heart would always beat.
He that doesn’t treasure women Is neither cold nor warm And lies like a block of ice On a girl’s arm. But I’m another man, I dance all around her; And my heart beats happily against hers And goes: View original text without lieded 1 note: This website began in as a personal project, and I have liedee working on it full-time without a salary since Our research has never had any government or institutional funding, so if you found the information here useful, please consider making a donation.
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