Soren Roeser - Kenyon College Senior Voice Recital

The user of this YouTube channel does not claim ownership of any music in this video. Pianist: Christa Brady Songs "Amsterdam" by Jacques Brel "Wilkommen" from Cabaret by John Kander and Fred Ebb "Niedersachsenlied" by Hermann Grote "Sonntag" by Johannes Brahms and Johann Ludwig Uhland "La Mer" by Charles Trenet "Die Morität von Mackie Messer" from Die Dreigroschenoper by Kurt Weill and Bertolt Brecht "Where Do I Go?" from Hair by Galt MacDermot "You Matter To Me" from Waitress by Sara Bareilles Featuring Kate Faxon "Picture You" by Chappell Roan, Casey Smith and Daniel Nigro "Mondnacht" by Johannes Brahms and Joseph von Eichendorff "Epic III" from Hadestown by Anaïs Mitchell "You'll Be Back" from Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda Translations Amsterdam: In the port of Amsterdam, there are sailors who sing The dreams that haunt them, along Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam, there are sailors who sleep Like sails along the dreary coasts In the port of Amsterdam, there are sailors who die! Full of beer and of drama, at the first light of dawn But in the port of Amsterdam, there are sailors who are born Under the wide warmth of the oceanic lengths In the port of Amsterdam, there are sailors who eat On a very white tablecloth, dripping fish They show you their teeth which bite into fortune, Which bite into the moon, which chew on the rigging And it smells like cod fish in the cores of the fries That their big hands invite to keep coming again, then They stand up laughing, in a storm of a racket, Button up their flies, and leave burping In the port of Amsterdam, there are sailors who dance Rubbing their bellies on the bellies of women And they turn and they dance, like spat out suns In the ripped up sound of a rancid accordion They crane their necks just to hear themselves laugh Until, all of a sudden, the accordion expires! So, The profane gesture, so, the proud look They bring their “netherlander” all the way into the light In the port of Amsterdam, there are sailors who drink, And who who drink, and who drink, and who drink even more They drink to the health of the prostitutes of Amsterdam, Of Hamburg, and elsewhere, in short, they drink to the ladies! Who give them their pretty bodies, who give them their virtue For a piece of gold, and when they are well drunk They plant their nose to the sky, blow their nose in the stars, And they piss like I cry on unfaithful women! Niedersachsenlied: From the Weser to the Elbe, from the Harz to the sea, Stand Lower Saxony’s sons, a fortress great and strong. Steady like our oak trees, we stand through all the ages When storms brew over the German Fatherland We are the Lower Saxons, stormproof and down to earth, Hail Duke Widukind’s tribe! Who fell the Roman eagle? Who sank the foreign brute? In Lower Saxony’s mountains, of Lower Saxons’ wrath! Who threw the Roman eagle kneeling in the sand? Who upheld freedom in the German Fatherland? That was the Lower Saxons, stormproof and down to earth, Hail Duke Widukind’s tribe! Sonntag: It has been an entire week since I have seen my fine love, I saw her on a Sunday standing at the door The thousandfold beautiful young woman, the thousandfold beautiful sweetheart I wish to God, I wish to God I were with her today! So for the entire week, the laughter will not leave me I saw her on a Sunday going into church The thousandfold beautiful young woman, the thousandfold beautiful sweetheart I wish to God, I wish to God I were with her today! La Mer: The sea you see dancing Along the bright gulfs Has silvery reflections, the sea Reflections changing under the rain The sea in the summer sky Confounds its white sheep With the angels so pure; the sea, Shepherdess of infinite blue See, near the ponds, Those tall damp reeds See those white birds And those rusty houses The sea has cradled them Along the bright gulfs And with a love song, the sea Has cradled my heart for life Die Moritat von Mackie Messer: And the shark, it has teeth and it wears them on its face and MacHeath, he has a knife but no one sees the knife And the fins that the shark has are Red when it spills blood. Mack the Knife wears gloves So no one sees the blood On a pretty Sunday morning There is a dead man in the street And a man goes around the corner This man they call Mack the Knife Into the Thames’s green water Falls suddenly a person It is neither pest or cholera, It is called Mackie coming by And Schmul Meier disappeared Like so many rich men And Mack the Knife has his money Like many other riches And some happen in the dark, And others happen in the light, But we see only those in the light, Those in the dark, we do not see. Mondnacht: It was as if Heaven Has softly kissed the Earth That she in a gleam of blossom Could only dream of him The wind blew through the fields The ears of corn swayed The forests murmured softly, So star-clear was the night. And my soul spread its wings wide out, Flew over the silent space As though it were flying home.