Friday, 28 January 2011
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Opera: Maria Callas - Vissi d'Arte (Tosca's Aria from Puccini's Tosca) with Italian Lyrics & English Translation
I lived for my art, I lived for love,
I never did harm to a living soul!
With a secret hand
I relieved as many misfortunes as I knew of.
Always with true faith
my prayer
rose to the holy shrines.
Always with true faith
I gave flowers to the altar.
In the hour of grief
why, why, o Lord,
why do you reward me thus?
I gave jewels for the Madonna’s mantle,
and I gave my song to the stars, to heaven,
which smiled with more beauty.
In the hour of grief
why, why, o Lord,
ah, why do you reward me thus? *** Vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore,
non feci mai male ad anima viva!
Con man furtiva
quante miserie conobbi aiutai.
Sempre con fè sincera
la mia preghiera
ai santi tabernacoli salì.
Sempre con fè sincera
diedi fiori agl’altar.
Nell’ora del dolore
perchè, perchè, Signore,
perchè me ne rimuneri così?
Diedi gioielli della Madonna al manto,
e diedi il canto agli astri, al ciel,
che ne ridean più belli.
Nell’ora del dolor
perchè, perchè, Signor,
ah, perchè me ne rimuneri così?
I never did harm to a living soul!
With a secret hand
I relieved as many misfortunes as I knew of.
Always with true faith
my prayer
rose to the holy shrines.
Always with true faith
I gave flowers to the altar.
In the hour of grief
why, why, o Lord,
why do you reward me thus?
I gave jewels for the Madonna’s mantle,
and I gave my song to the stars, to heaven,
which smiled with more beauty.
In the hour of grief
why, why, o Lord,
ah, why do you reward me thus? *** Vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore,
non feci mai male ad anima viva!
Con man furtiva
quante miserie conobbi aiutai.
Sempre con fè sincera
la mia preghiera
ai santi tabernacoli salì.
Sempre con fè sincera
diedi fiori agl’altar.
Nell’ora del dolore
perchè, perchè, Signore,
perchè me ne rimuneri così?
Diedi gioielli della Madonna al manto,
e diedi il canto agli astri, al ciel,
che ne ridean più belli.
Nell’ora del dolor
perchè, perchè, Signor,
ah, perchè me ne rimuneri così?
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Saturday, 22 January 2011
Music Video & Lyrics (French & English): In-Grid - Tu Es Foutu
Tu m'as promis
Et je te cruTu m'as promis le soleil en hiver et un arc-en-ciel
Tu m'as promis le sable doré; j'ai reçu une carte postale
Tu m'as promis le ciel, la terre, et une vie d'amour
Tu m'as promis ton cœur, ton sourire
Mais j'ai eu des grimacesTu m'as promis
Et je te cruTu m'as promis le cheval ailé que j'ai jamais eu
Tu m'as promis le fil d'Ariane, mais tu l'as coupé
Tu m'as promis les notes de Mozart, pas des plats cassés
Tu m'as promis d'être ta reine;
J'ai eu pour sceptre un balaiTu m'as promis
Et je te cruTu es foutu-tu-tu...
Tu es foutu-tu-tu...Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe
Mais je sais pourquoi on m'appelle
"Mademoiselle Pas de Chance"
Tu m'as promis, tu m'as promis
Tu m'as promisTu es foutu-tu-tu...
Tu es foutu-tu-tu...•••You promised me,
And I believed you.You promised me the sun in the winter, and a rainbow in the sky.
You promised me the golden sands; I received a postcard.
You promised me the sky, the earth, and a life of love.
You promised me your heart and your smile
But I only got frowns.You promised me
And I believed you
You promised me the winged horse that I never had.
You promised me the thread of Ariadne, but you cut that.
You promised me the notes of Mozart, not broken dishes.
You promised me that I would be your queen;
I had as a scepter a broom.You promised me
And I believed you.You are screwed-do-do-do-do-do...
You are screwed-do-do-do-do-do...I don't know what is happening,
But I know why people call me:
Miss Luckless
You promised me, you promised me
You promised meYou are screwed-do-do-do-do-do...
You are screwed-do-do-do-do-do...
Et je te cruTu m'as promis le soleil en hiver et un arc-en-ciel
Tu m'as promis le sable doré; j'ai reçu une carte postale
Tu m'as promis le ciel, la terre, et une vie d'amour
Tu m'as promis ton cœur, ton sourire
Mais j'ai eu des grimacesTu m'as promis
Et je te cruTu m'as promis le cheval ailé que j'ai jamais eu
Tu m'as promis le fil d'Ariane, mais tu l'as coupé
Tu m'as promis les notes de Mozart, pas des plats cassés
Tu m'as promis d'être ta reine;
J'ai eu pour sceptre un balaiTu m'as promis
Et je te cruTu es foutu-tu-tu...
Tu es foutu-tu-tu...Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe
Mais je sais pourquoi on m'appelle
"Mademoiselle Pas de Chance"
Tu m'as promis, tu m'as promis
Tu m'as promisTu es foutu-tu-tu...
Tu es foutu-tu-tu...•••You promised me,
And I believed you.You promised me the sun in the winter, and a rainbow in the sky.
You promised me the golden sands; I received a postcard.
You promised me the sky, the earth, and a life of love.
You promised me your heart and your smile
But I only got frowns.You promised me
And I believed you
You promised me the winged horse that I never had.
You promised me the thread of Ariadne, but you cut that.
You promised me the notes of Mozart, not broken dishes.
You promised me that I would be your queen;
I had as a scepter a broom.You promised me
And I believed you.You are screwed-do-do-do-do-do...
You are screwed-do-do-do-do-do...I don't know what is happening,
But I know why people call me:
Miss Luckless
You promised me, you promised me
You promised meYou are screwed-do-do-do-do-do...
You are screwed-do-do-do-do-do...
Ryan ✗✗
contra omnia discrimina
Friday, 21 January 2011
Ruby Wax talks about what it is like to live with depression for Time to Change
contra omnia discrimina
St. Dwynwen’s Day - Reviving the old Welsh version of Valentines Day (plus a free card to download)
While the shops are filling their shelves with fluffy pink hearts and cherubs in anticipation of Valentine’s Day, more and more welsh traditionalists are excited about St Dwynwen’s day.
The patron saint of lovers, Dwynwen whose name means “she who leads a blessed life”, is feted on January 25th. Although she is no longer officially recognised by the Vatican, she still enjoys great popularity in her home county of Anglesey, and St Dwynwen’s day continues to grow in popularity across Wales. Dwynwen’s Bad Romance
(Llanddwyn Island)
The most beautiful of King Brychan Brycheiniog’s daughters, Dwynwen is said to have lived in Anglesey in the 5th century. There are several stories told as to how she became the patron saint of lovers – some less family-friendly than others – but all the stories seem to agree that after a pretty disastrous relationship with a man called Maelon Dafodrill, Dwynwen fled to the forest, where she was visited by an angel who granted her wishes that she should never marry, and that God should look kindly on the dreams of all true lovers. Dwynwen spent the rest of her life on Anglesey, founding a convent on Llanddwyn Island. It became so popular as a place of pilgrimage that a new church was built on the site in Tudor times, the remains of which can still be seen on the island today. The Psychic Fish? In a tradition which perhaps blends Christian and pagan traditions, it was once said that a visit to the Llandwynn Island church well could predict the future of a love affair. Tradition said that if the movements of the fish in the church’s well caused the water to move so much that it appears to boil, a happy-ever-after was guaranteed. Women who suspected their husbands of infidelity would sprinkle breadcrumbs on the surface of the water and cover them with a handkerchief – if the fish caused the handkerchief to move, the husband had been proved faithful.
(Dydd Santes Dwynwen Hapus)
Created for you here is a gorgeous St Dwynwen’s day card that you can download, print and send to your true love/crush... Download a printable PDF St. Dwynwen’s day card:http://bit.ly/gL7vlD So, how best to celebrate Dydd Santes Dywnwen? Forget about the overpriced and faintly sinister-looking Valentine themed teddy bears and cliched red roses, and treat your loved one to a weekend up in St Dwynwen’s home of Anglesey? Take a bracing walk along the Blue Flag beach and cwtch up on the sand dunes, or wander through the National Nature Reserve of Newborough Warren. (Angels not guaranteed. Sick-bucket not included). (Thanks to www.visitwales.co.uk)
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