Partitions Numériques de That's My Girl - Tuba pour Voix Alto, Piano

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That's My Girl - Tuba
Voix Alto, Piano

To Marie (alto and guitar) #Voix Alto, Piano #INTERMÉDIAIRE #David Warin Solomons #To Marie #David Warin Solomons #SheetMusicPlus

Alto Voice,Vocal Solo - Level 3 - SKU: A0.1096313 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 20th Century,Chamber,Classical,Singer/Songwriter. 4 pages. David War...(+)

Alto Voice,Vocal Solo - Level 3 - SKU: A0.1096313 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 20th Century,Chamber,Classical,Singer/Songwriter. 4 pages. David Warin Solomons #700277. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1096313). This manuscript is the origin of the flute and guitar piece To Marie ( https://www.sheetmusicplus.com/title/19984390?aff_id=175705 ). It has not been notated on computer, and not yet recorded, but I present it here just for interest. As you can see, it takes advantage of the many puns available on the French phrase for weeping willow. It is addressed to the poet Marie Keyser. The references to Chatterton, Enderby and Buddenbrooks relate to Marie's studies in German literature, in particular Chatterton's suicide. To Marie Sad soul, why don't you weep in company? Saule pleureur, seule pleureuse Why luxuriate in your nomadic liturgy? Saoule pluvieuse, seule pleureuse. The others do not seek to understand The power that holds you ever banned Sales pleurs de sel pluvieux A unicorn has carried off your innocence Saule pleureur, seule pleureuse But no ambition comes to conquer indigence Saoule pluvieuse, seule pleureuse. So on you wander, homeless poetess, Begging shelter for your misconstrued distress Sales pleurs de sel pluvieux. Hold down a job, my girl, hold down a job from nine to five. Souple leurre s'il le peut To keep you happy, settled and alive Saule pleureur For this short time - day in day out Forget you do not know what life's about Sales pleurs de ciel plus vieux. And then, when evening comes, too tired Saule pleureur, seule pleureuse. Your sad old inspiration all expired Saoule pluvieuse, seule pleureuse. You will cease to understand the power that held you forever banned. Souple leurre s'il le peut. No, in the name of Chatterton and Enderby! For who could wilful poetry's defender be? Long live poor Buddenbrooks and poor Marie With mind or body hopelessly at sea. Saules pleureurs, seuls plus vieux.