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A one-man opera singer covers Handel's 'Messiah' Part 34 and 35. So awesome!

One man sings Handel's Messiah part 36: Thou art gone up on high. Lyrics: Thou art gone up on high; Thou hast led captivity captive, and received gifts for men; yea, even from Thine enemies, that the Lord God might dwell among them. (Psalm 68: 18) Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Brahms Liebeslieder tenth movement: O wie sanft die Quelle. Lyrics: O wie sanft die Quelle sich durch die Wiese windet O wie schön wenn Liebe sich zu der Liebe findet! English translation: Oh how gently the stream winds through the meadow! Oh how beautiful when one love finds itself another! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings the Pearl Fishers Duet 'Au fond du temple saint' by Bizet. Lyrics: NADIR Au fond du temple saint Paré de fleurs et d'or, Une femme apparaît! Je crois la voir encore! ZURGA Une femme apparaît! Je crois la voir encore! NADIR La foule prosternée La regarde, etonnée, Et murmure tous bas: Voyez, c'est la déesse! Qui dans l'ombre se dresse Et vers nous tend les bras! ZURGA Son voile se soulève! Ô vision! ô rêve! La foule est à genoux! NADIR et ZURGA Oui, c'est elle! C'est la déesse plus charmante et plus belle! Oui, c'est elle! C'est la déesse qui descend parmi nous! Son voile se soulève et la foule est à genoux! NADIR Mais à travers la foule Elle s'ouvre un passage! ZURGA Son long voile déjà Nous cache son visage! NADIR Mon regard, hélas! La cherche en vain! ZURGA Elle fuit! NADIR Elle fuit! Mais dans mon âme soudain Quelle étrange ardeur s'allume! ZURGA Quel feu nouveau me consume! NADIR Ta main repousse ma main! ZURGA Ta main repousse ma main! NADIR De nos cœurs l'amour s'empare Et nous change en ennemis! ZURGA Non, que rien ne nous sépare! NADIR Non, rien! ZURGA et NADIR Jurons de rester amis! Oh oui, jurons de rester amis! Oui, c'est elle! C'est la déesse! En ce jour qui vient nous unir, Et fidèle à ma promesse, Comme un frère je veux te chérir! C'est elle, c'est la déesse Qui vient en ce jour nous unir! Oui, partageons le même sort, Soyons unis jusqu'à la mort! English translation: NADIR At the back of the holy temple, decorated with flowers and gold, a woman appears... I can still see her. ZURGA A woman appears... I can still see her. NADIR The prostrate crowd looks at her amazed and murmurs under its breath: look, this is the goddess looming up out of the shadow and holding out her arms to us. ZURGA Her veil parts slightly; what a vision, what a dream! The crowd is kneeling. TOGETHER Yes, it is she, it is the goddess, more charming and more beautiful; yes, it is she, it is the goddess, who has come down among us. Her veil has parted, and the crowd is kneeling. NADIR But through the crowd she makes her way. ZURGA Already, her long veil hides her face from us. NADIR My eyes, alas, seek her in vain. ZURGA She flees! NADIR She flees! But what is this strange flame which is suddenly kindled within my soul! ZURGA What unknown fire is destroying me! NADIR Your hand pushes mine away. ZURGA Your hand pushes mine away. NADIR Love takes our hearts by storm and turns us into enemies. ZURGA No, let nothing part us! NADIR No, nothing! ZURGA Let us swear to remain friends! NADIR Let us swear to remain friends! TOGETHER Oh yes! Let us swear to remain friends! We have seen her, she is the Godness who today led you to me, and from now I'll keep you my promise, close as brothers we shall be! Great Godness, Heaven descended, she today has led you to me! Now we shall tread one single path, never again to part till death! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

This opera singer only needs himself to sing the classic 'Messiah' by Handel in this amazing music video. Enjoy!

I said to love from Finzi's song cycle 'I said to love'. Lyrics: I said to Love, "It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the One Who spread a heaven beneath the sun," I said to Love. I said to him, "We now know more of thee than then; We were but weak in judgment when, With hearts abrim, We clamoured thee that thou would'st please Inflict on us thine agonies," I said to him. I said to Love, "Thou art not young, thou art not fair, No elfin darts, no cherub air, Nor swan, nor dove Are thine; but features pitiless, And iron daggers of distress," I said to Love. "Depart then, Love! Man's race shall perish, threatenest thou, Without thy kindling coupling-vow? The age to come the man of now Know nothing of? We fear not such a threat from thee; We are too old in apathy! Mankind shall cease.. - So let it be," I said to Love. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

For life I had never cared greatly from Finzi's song cycle 'I said to love'. Lyrics: For Life I have never cared greatly, As worth a man's while; Per-adventures unsought, Per-adventures that finished in nought, Had kept me from youth and through manhood till lately Unwon by its style. In earliest years -- why I know not -- I viewed it askance; Conditions of doubt, Conditions that leaked slowly out, May haply have bent me to stand and to show not Much zest for its dance. With symphonies soft and sweet colour It courted me then, Till evasions seemed wrong, Till evasions gave in to its song, And I warmed, until living aloofly loomed duller Than life among men. Anew I found nought to set eyes on, When, lifting its hand, It uncloaked a star, Uncloaked it from fog-damps afar, And showed its beams burning from pole to horizon As bright as a brand. And so, the rough highway forgetting, I pace hill and dale Regarding the sky, Regarding the vision on high, And thus re-illumed have no humour for letting My pilgrimage fail. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

In five-score summers from Finzi's song cycle 'I said to love'. Lyrics: In five-score summers! All new eyes, New minds, new modes, new fools, new wise; New woes to weep, new joys to prize; With nothing left of me and you In that live century's vivid view Beyond a pinch of dust or two; A century which, if not sublime, Will show, I doubt not, at its prime, A scope above this blinkered time. - Yet what to me how far above? For I would only ask thereof That thy worm should be my worm, Love! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Two lips from Finzi's song cycle 'I said to love'. Lyrics: I kissed them in fancy as I came Away in the morning glow: I kissed them through the glass of her picture-frame: She did not know. I kissed them in love, in troth, in laughter, When she knew all; long so! That I should kiss them in a shroud thereafter She did not know. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

At middle-field gate in February from Finzi's song cycle 'I said to love'. Lyrics: The bars are thick with drops that show As they gather themselves from the fog Like silver buttons ranged in a row, And as evenly spaced as if measured, although They fall at the feeblest jog. They load the leafless hedge hard by, And the blades of last year's grass, While the fallow ploughland turned up nigh In raw rolls, clammy and clogging lie - Too clogging for feet to pass. How dry it was on a far-back day When straws hung the hedge and around, When amid the sheaves in amorous play In curtained bonnets and light array Bloomed a bevy now underground! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

I need not go from Finzi's song cycle 'I said to love'. Lyrics: I need not go Through sleet and snow To where I know She waits for me; She will tarry me there Till I find it fair, And have time to spare From company. When I've overgot The world somewhat, When things cost not Such stress and strain, Is soon enough By cypress sough To tell my Love I am come again. And if someday, When none cries nay, I still delay To seek her side, (Though ample measure Of fitting leisure Await my pleasure) She will not chide. What not upbraid me That I delayed me, Nor ask what stayed me So long? Ah no! New cares may claim me, New loves inflame me, She will not blame me, But suffer it so. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Venti scudi from L'elisir d'amore by Donizetti. Lyrics: BELCORE La donna è un animale Stravagante davvero. Adina m'ama, Di sposarmi è contenta, e differire Pur vuol fino a stasera! NEMORINO (Ecco il rivale! Mi spezzerei la testa di mia mano.) BELCORE (Ebbene, - che cos'ha questo baggiano?) Ehi, ehi, quel giovinotto; Cos'hai che ti disperi? NEMORINO Io mi dispero Perché non ho denaro ... Né so dove trovarne. BELCORE Ehi! scimunito! Se denari non hai, Fatti soldato... e venti scudi avrai. NEMORINO Venti scudi? BELCORE E ben sonanti. NEMORINO Quando? adesso? BELCORE Sul momento. NEMORINO (Che far deggio?) BELCORE E coi contanti Gloria e onore al reggimento. NEMORINO Ah! non è l'ambizïone, Che seduce questo cor. BELCORE Se è l'amore, in guarnigione Non ti può mancar l'amor. NEMORINO (Ai perigli della guerra Io so ben che esposto sono, Che doman la patria terra, Zio, congiunti, ahimè! abbandono ... Ma so pur che, fuor di questa, Altra strada a me non resta Per poter del cor d'Adina Un sol giorno trïonfar. Ah! chi un giorno ottiene Adina Fin la vita può lasciar.) BELCORE Del tamburo al suon vivace, Tra le file e le bandiere, Aggirarsi Amor si piace, Con le vispe vivandiere: Sempre lieto, sempre gaio Ha di belle un centinaio, Di costanza non s'annoia, Non si perde a sospirar. Credi a me; la vera gioia Accompagna il militar. NEMORINO Venti scudi! BELCORE Su due piedi. NEMORINO Ebben, vada. Li prepara. BELCORE Ma la carta che tu vedi Pria di tutto dêi segnar. Qua una croce. NEMORINO (Dulcamara Volo tosto a ricercar.) BELCORE Qua la mano, giovinotto, Dell'acquisto mi consolo: In complesso, sopra e sotto, Tu mi sembri un buon figliuolo. Sarai presto caporale Se me prendi ad esemplar. (Ho ingaggiato il mio rivale: Anche questa è da contar.) NEMORINO Ah! non sai chi m'ha ridotto A tal passo, a tal partito: Tu non sai qual cor sta sotto A sì semplice vestito; Quel che a me tal somma vale Non potresti imaginar. (Ah! non v'ha tesoro eguale Se riesco a farmi amar.) English translation: BELCORE The woman is an animal Extravagant really. Adina loves me, To marry me is happy, and to differ Even if he wants to tonight! Nemorino (Here is the rival! I would break my head.) BELCORE (Well, - what does this have?) Hey, hey, that young man; What do you have that you despair? Nemorino I despair Because I have no money ... Nor do I know where to find them. BELCORE Hey! idiot! If you do not have money, Be a soldier ... and twenty shields you will have. Nemorino Twenty shields? BELCORE And well sounding. Nemorino When? now? BELCORE At the moment. Nemorino (What to do?) BELCORE And with cash Glory and honor to the regiment. Nemorino Ah! it is not ambiguous, What seduces this heart. BELCORE If it's love, in garrison You can not miss love. Nemorino (To the perils of the war I know well what I am exposed, What's the land homeland, Uncle, conjoined, alas! abandonment ... But I know that, out of this, Another way is left to me To be able to of Adina's heart One day triumph. Ah! who one day gets Adina As long as life can leave.) BELCORE Of the drum to the lively ring, Between rows and flags, Wandering love you like it, With the lively sutlers: Always happy, always gay It has a beautiful one hundred, Of constancy does not bore, You do not lose to sigh. Believe in me; true joy Accompany the military. Nemorino Twenty shields! BELCORE On two feet. Nemorino Very well, go. He prepares them. BELCORE But the card you see First of all to mark. Here a cross. Nemorino (Dulcamara Flight soon to search.) BELCORE Here the hand, young man, I'm comfortable with the purchase: Overall, above and below, You look like a good son. You will soon be corporal If you take me to exemplar. (I hired my rival: This too is to be counted.) Nemorino Ah! you do not know who has reduced me At such pace, to this party: You do not know what is underneath A so simple dress; What is worth this to me You could not imagine it. (Ah, there is no equal treasure If I can make me love.) Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings Handel's Messiah part 31: He was cut off out of the land of the living & part 32: But thou didst not leave his soul in hell. Lyrics: He was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgressions of Thy people was He stricken. (Isaiah 53: 8) But Thou didst not leave His soul in hell; nor didst Thou suffer Thy Holy One to see corruption. (Psalm 16: 10) Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings Handel's Messiah part 29: Thy rebuke hath broken his heart & part 30: Behold, and see if there be any sorrow. Lyrics: Thy rebuke hath broken His heart: He is full of heaviness. He looked for some to have pity on Him, but there was no man, neither found He any to comfort him. (Psalm 69: 20) Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto His sorrow. (Lamentations 1: 12) Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

When I go out of door from Patience by Gilbert and Sullivan. Lyrics: Bunthorne: When I go out of door, Of damozels a score (All sighing and burning, And clinging and yearning) Will follow me as before. I shall, with cultured taste, Distinguish gems from paste, And "High diddle diddle" Will rank as an idyll, If I pronounce it chaste! Both: A most intense young man, A soulful-eyed young man, An ultra-poetical, super-aesthetical, Out-of-the-way young man! Grosvenor: Conceive me, if you can, An everyday young man: A commonplace type, With a stick and a pipe, And a half-bred black-and-tan; Who thinks suburban "hops" More fun than "Monday Pops," Who's fond of his dinner, And doesn't get thinner On bottled beer and chops. Both: A commonplace young man, A matter-of-fact young man, A steady and stolid-y, jolly Bank-holiday, Every-day young man! Bunthorne: A Japanese young man, A blue-and-white young man, Francesca di Rimini, miminy, piminy, Je-ne-sais-quoi young man! Grosvenor: A Chancery lane young man, A Somerset House young man, A very delectable, highly respectable, Threepenny-bus young man! Bunthorne: A pallid and thin young man, A haggard and lank young man, A greenery-yallery, Grosvenor Gallery, Foot-in-the-grave young man! Grosvenor: A Sewell and Cross young man, A Howell and James young man, A pushing young particle — "What's the next article?" — Waterloo House young man! Bunthorne: Conceive me, if you can, A crotchety, cracked young man, An ultra-poetical, super-aesthetical, Out-of-the way young man! Grosvenor: Conceive me, if you can, A matter-of-fact young man, An alphabetical, arithmetical, Every day young man! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

It's clear that medieval art from Patience by Gilbert and Sullivan. Lyrics: It's clear that medieval art alone retains its zest, To charm and please its devotees we've done our little best. We're not quite sure if all we do has the Early English ring; But, as far as we can judge, it's something like this sort of thing: You hold yourself like this, You hold yourself like that, By hook and crook you try to look both angular and flat. We venture to expect That what we recollect, Though but a part of true High Art, will have its due effect. If this is not exactly right, we hope you won't upbraid; You can't get high aesthetic tastes, like trousers, ready made. True views on Medievalism Time alone will bring, But, as far as we can judge, it's something like this sort of thing: You hold yourself like this, You hold yourself like that, By hook and crook you try to look both angular and flat. To cultivate the trim Rigidity of limb, You ought to get a Marionette, and form your style on him. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

It was a lover and his lass from Finzi's song cycle 'Let us garlands bring'. Lyrics: It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino That o'er the green corn-field did pass. In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. And therefore take the present time With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, For love is crowned with the prime In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Largo al factotum from The barber of Seville by Rossini. Lyrics: Largo al factotum della citta. Presto a bottega che l'alba e gia. Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere per un barbiere di qualita! Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo! Fortunatissimo per verita! Pronto a far tutto, la notte e il giorno sempre d'intorno in giro sta. Miglior cuccagna per un barbiere, vita piu nobile, no, non si da. Rasori e pettini lancette e forbici, al mio comando tutto qui sta. V'e la risorsa, poi, de mestiere colla donnetta... col cavaliere... Tutti mi chiedono, tutti mi vogliono, donne, ragazzi, vecchi, fanciulle: Qua la parruca... Presto la barba... Qua la sanguigna... Presto il biglietto... Qua la parruca, presto la barba, Presto il biglietto, ehi! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!, ecc. Ahime, che furia! Ahime, che folla! Uno alla volta, per carita! Figaro! Son qua. Ehi, Figaro! Son qua. Figaro qua, Figaro la, Figaro su, Figaro giu, Pronto prontissimo son come il fumine: sono il factotum della citta. Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; a te fortuna non manchera. English Translation: Make way for the topman of the city. Rushing to his shop now that it's dawn. Ah, isn't life good, how pleasant it is For a barber of class! Ah, nice one Figaro! Nice one, really nice one! I am the luckiest it's true to say! Ready for anything, night and day Always busy and around. A better lot for a barber, A more noble life cannot be found. Razors and combs Lancets and scissors, At my command Are all here. And there are `extras', Then, for the business With women... and with gentlemen... Everyone asks for me, everyone wants me, Women, young people, old people, the golden haired; What about the wig... A quick shave... Some leeches for bleeding... Quick the note... What about the wig, a quick shave, Hurry - the note, o me! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! etc. Heavens, what mayhem! Heavens, what crowds! One at a time, For pities sake! Figaro! Here I am. O me, Figaro! Here I am. Figaro here, Figaro there, Figaro up, Figaro down, Quicker and quicker the sparks fly with me; I am the topman of the city. Ah, nice one Figaro! Nice one, really nice one; From you luckiness will not depart. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

O Mistress mine from Finzi's song cycle 'Let us garlands bring.' Lyrics: O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear, your true love's coming That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty; Youth's a stuff will not endure. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Fear no more the heat o' the sun from Finzi's song cycle 'Let us garlands bring.' Lyrics: Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finished joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Nothing ill come near thee! Quiet consummation have; And renowned be thy grave! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Who is Silvia? from Finzi's song cycle 'Let us garlands bring'. Lyrics: Who is Silvia? what is she, That all our Swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she. The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness: And being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia, let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling. To her let us garlands bring. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Der vogelfänger bin ich ja from Die Zauberflöte (Magic Flute) by Mozart. Lyrics: Der Vogelfänger bin ich ja, Stets lustig heissa hopsasa! Ich Vogelfänger bin bekannt bei Alt und Jung im ganzen Land. Weiß mit dem Lokken umzugehn und mich aufs Pfeiffen zu verstehen! Drum kann ich froh und lustig sein, Denn alle Vögel sind ja mein. Der Vogelfänger bin ich ja, Stets lustig heissa hopsasa! Ich Vogenfänger bin bekannt Bei Alt und Jung im ganzen Land. Ein Netz für Mädchen möchte ich; Ich fing sie dutzendweis für mich! Dann sperrte ich sie bei mir ein Und alle Mädchen wären mein. Wenn alle Mädchen wären mein, So tauschte ich brav Zukker ein. Die welche mir am liebsten wär, der gäb ich gleich den Zukker her. Und küsste sie mich zärtlich dann, Wär' sie mein Weib und ich ihr Mann. Sie schlief an meiner Seite ein; ich wiegte wie ein Kind sie ein. English translation: The bird-catcher, that's me The bird-catcher, that's me, always cheerful, hip hooray! As a bird-catcher I'm known to young and old throughout the land. I know how to set about luring and how to be good at piping. That's why I can be merry and cheerful, for all the birds are surely mine. The bird-catcher, that's me, always cheerful, hip hooray! As a bird-catcher I'm known to young and old throughout the land. I'd like a net for girls, I'd catch them for myself by the dozen! Then I'd lock them up with me, and all the girls would be mine. If all the girls were mine, I'd barter plenty of sugar: the one I liked best, I'd give her the sugar at once. And if then she kissed me tenderly, she would be my wife and I her husband. She'd fall asleep at my side, and I'd rock her like a child. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Come away, come away, death from Finzi's song cycle Let us garlands bring. Lyrics: Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand, thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Avant de quitter ces lieux from Faust by Gounod. Lyrics: O sainte médaille, qui me viens de ma sœur, au jour de la bataille, pour écarter la mort, reste là sur mon cœur! Avant de quitter ces lieux, sol natal de mes aïeux à toi, Seigneur et Roi des cieux ma sœur je confie, Daigne de tout danger toujours, toujours la protéger cette sœur si cherie! Délivré d'une triste pensée j'irai chercher la gloire, la gloire au sein des ennemis, Le premier, le plus brave au fort de la mêlée, j'irai combattre pour mon pays. Et si vers lui, Dieu me rappelle, je veillerai sur toi fidèle, O Marguerite! Avant de quitter ces lieux, sol natal de mes aïeux, à toi, Seigneur et Roi des cieux, ma sœur je confie! O Roi des cieux, jette les yeux, protège Marguerite, Roi des cieux! English translation: Before I leave this town, my forefathers' native place, to you, Lord and King of Heaven, do I entrust my sister. I beg you to defend her from every peril, my beloved sister. Freed from this harrowing thought, I shall seek glory in the enemy's ranks, the first, the bravest, in the thick of the fray, I shall go and fight for my country. And if God should call me to his side, I shall faithfully watch over you, O Marguerite. Before I leave, etc. O King of Heaven, hear my prayer and defend Marguerite, O King of Heaven. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/