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Locus iste by Anton Bruckner. Lyrics: Locus iste a Deo factus est, Inaestimabile sacramentum, irreprehensibilis est. English translation: This place was made by God, a priceless sacrament; it is without reproach. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Bella siccome un angelo from Don Pasquale by Donizetti. Lyrics: MALATESTA Bella siccome un angelo in terra pellegrino, fresca siccome il giglio che s'apre sul mattino, occhio che parla e ride, sguardo che i cor conquide, chioma che vince l'ebano, sorriso incantator. DON PASQUALE Sposa simile! Oh, giubilo! Non cape in petto il cor. MALATESTA Alma innocente, ingenua, che sè medesma ignora; modestia impareggiabile, bontà che v'innamora. Ai miseri pietosa, gentil, dolce, amorosa, il cel l'ha fatta nascere per far beato un cor. DON PASQUALE Oh giubilo! Famiglia? MALATESTA Agiata, onesta. DON PASQUALE Il nome? MALATESTA Malatesta. DON PASQUALE Sarà vostra parente? MALATESTA Alla lontana un po'... È mia sorella. DON PASQUALE Oh gioia! English translation: MALATESTA Beautiful as an angel in pilgrim land, fresh as the lily that opens in the morning, eye that speaks and laughs, look that the cores conquer, crown that wins the ebony, smile incantator. DON PASQUALE Similar bride! Oh, rejoicing! Do not head in the chest. MALATESTA Alma innocent, naive, that he himself ignores; unparalleled modesty, goodness that falls in love with you. To the pitiful pitiful, gentle, sweet, loving, the cel gave birth to it to make a heart happy. DON PASQUALE Oh jubilation! Family? MALATESTA Honest. DON PASQUALE The name? MALATESTA Malatesta. DON PASQUALE Will you be your relative? MALATESTA Far away a little ... It's my sister. DON PASQUALE Oh joy! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings Handel's Messiah part 27: All they that see him laugh him to scorn & part 28: He trusted in God. Lyrics: All they that see Him laugh Him to scorn; they shoot out their lips, and shake their heads, saying: (Psalm 22: 7) "He trusted in God that He would deliver Him; let Him deliver Him, if He delight in Him." (Psalm 22: 8) Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Come Paride Vezzoso from the opera L'elisir d'amore by Donizetti. Lyrics: BELCORE Come Paride vezzoso Porse il pomo alla più bella, Mia diletta villanella, Io ti porgo questi fior. Ma di lui più glorïoso, Più di lui felice io sono, Poiché in premio del mio dono Ne riporto il tuo bel cor. ADINA (È modesto il signorino!) GIANNETTA E CORO (Sì, davvero.) NEMORINO (Oh! mio dispetto!) BELCORE Veggo chiaro in quel visino Ch'io fo breccia nel tuo petto. Non è cosa sorprendente; Son galante, son sergente. Non v'ha bella che resista Alla vista d'un cimiero; Cede a Marte, Dio guerriero, Fin la madre dell'Amor. ADINA (È modesto!) GIANNETTA E CORO (Sì, davvero.) NEMORINO ( oh! mio dolor!) BELCORE Like charming Paris Gave the apple to the most beautiful, My beloved rustic girl, I offer you these flowers. But of him more glorious, More happy than I am, Because in the prize of my gift I report your beautiful body. ADINA (The gentleman is modest!) GIANNETTA AND CHORUS (Yes, really.) Nemorino (Oh my spite!) BELCORE I see clearly in that little face That I've made breaches in your chest. It is not surprising; I'm gallant, I'm a sergeant. There is no beauty that endures At the sight of a crest; He gives to Mars, God the warrior, Even the mother of love. ADINA (It's modest!) GIANNETTA AND CHORUS (Yes, really.) Nemorino ( oh my pain!) Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings Handel's Messiah part 26: All we like sheep have gone astray. Lyrics: All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way. And the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all. (Isaiah 53: 6) Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Brahms Liebeslieder ninth movement: Am Donaustrande. Lyrics: Am Donaustrande, da steht ein Haus da schaut ein rosiges Mädchen aus. Das Mädchen ist wohl gut gehegt, zehn eiserne Riegel sind vor die Türe gelegt. Zehn eiserne Riegel das ist ein Spass, die spreng ich als wären sie nur vom Glas. Am Donaustrande, da steht ein Haus, da schaut ein rosiges Mädchen aus. English translation: On the Danube’s bank there stands a house, and there a rosy maiden gazes out. The maiden is quite well protected; ten iron bars are blocking her door. Ten iron bars—that’s a joke! I’ll break them as if they were only glass. On the Danube’s bank there stands a house, and there a rosy maiden gazes out. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Brahms Liebeslieder seventh and eighth movements are covered by one man in this amazing clip. Enjoy!

One man, Aaron Holmes, sings Brahms Liebeslieder sixth movement: Ein kleiner, hübscher Vogel. Lyrics: Ein kleiner hübscher Vogel nahm den Flug zum Garten hin, da gab es Obst genug. Wenn ich ein hübscher, kleiner Vogel wär, ich säumte nicht, ick täte so wie der. Leimruten Arglist, lauert an dem Ort, der arme Vogel konnte nicht mehr fort. Nicht fort, nicht fort. Wenn ich ein hübscher, kleiner Vogel wär ich säumte nicht, ich täte nicht wie der. Der Vogel kam in eine schöne Hand, da tat es ihm, dem Glücklichen nicht and. Wenn ich ein hübscher, kleiner Vogel wär, ich säumte nicht, ich täte so wie der. English translation: A pretty bird flew to the garden where fruit was plentiful. If I were a pretty little bird, I’d not hesitate; I’d do just as he did. Treacherous bird-lime lay in ambush; The poor bird could not escape. If I were a pretty little bird, I’d definitely hesitate before doing as he did. The bird was taken by a lovely hand; No harm came to the happy little bird. If I were a pretty little bird, I’d not hesitate; I’d certainly do as he did. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Brahms Liebeslieder fifth movement: Die grüne Hopfenranke. Lyrics: Die grüne Hopfenranke, sie schlängelt auf der Erde hin. Die junge, schöne Dirne, so traurig ist ihr Sinn! Du höre, grüne Ranke! Was hebst du dich nicht himmelwärts? Du höre, schöne Dirne! Was ist so schwer dein Herz? Wie hobe sich die Ranke, der keine Stütze Kraft verleiht Wie wäre die Dirne fröhlich, wenn ihr der Liebste weit? English translation: The green hop-vine creeps along the ground. The beautiful young maiden — so sorrowful is her heart! Listen, green vine, why don’t you climb toward the heavens? Listen, beautiful maiden, why is your heart so heavy? How can a vine climb that has no support to hold it up? How could the maiden be happy if her lover is far away? Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Only one man sings Handel's 'Messiah' Part 25. So cool!

2 Arias combined to make a duet. 'Avant de quitter ces lieux' from Faust by Gounod and 'Come Paride vezzoso' from L'elisir d'amore by Donizetti. Lyrics: VALENTIN O sainte médaille, Qui me viens de ma sœur, Au jour de la bataille, Pour écarter la mort, Reste là sur mon cœur! BELCORE Come Paride vezzoso Porse il pomo alla più bella, Mia diletta villanella, Io ti porgo questi fior. Ma di lui più glorïoso, Più di lui felice io sono, Poiché in premio del mio dono Ne riporto il tuo bel cor. VALENTIN Avant de quitter ces lieux, Sol natal de mes aïeux A 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 seins 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, A toi, seigneur et Roi des cieux, Ma sœur je confie! O Roi des cieux, jette les yeux, Protège Marguerite, Roi des cieux! BELCORE Veggo chiaro in quel visino Ch'io fo breccia nel tuo petto. Non è cosa sorprendente; Son galante, son sergente. Non v'ha bella che resista Alla vista d'un cimiero; Cede a Marte, Dio guerriero, Fin la madre dell'Amor. English translation: VALENTIN O holy medal, Which my sister gave me, On the day of battle Remain on my heart To ward off Death! BELCORE Like charming Paris He handed the apple to the most beautiful, My beloved villanella, I offer you these flowers. But of him more glorious, More happy than I am, Because in the prize of my gift I report your beautiful body. VALENTIN 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. BELCORE I see clearly in that little face That I've made breaches in your chest. It is not surprising; I'm gallant, I'm a sergeant. There is no beauty that endures At the sight of a crest; He gives to Mars, God the warrior, Even the mother of love. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings Handel's Messiah part 24: Surely he hath borne our griefs. Lyrics: Surely He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows! He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him. (Isaiah 53: 4-5) Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Brahms Liebeslieder third and forth movements: O die Frauen, o die Frauen & Wie des Abends schöne Röte. Lyrics: 3. O die Frauen, o die Frauen, Wie sie Wonne tauen! Wären lang ein Mönch geworden, Wären nicht die Frauen! 4. Wie des Abends schöne Röte möcht ich arme Dirne glühn einem, einem zu Gefallen sonder Ende Wonne sprühn English translation: 3. Oh women, oh women, how they do delight! I would have become a monk long ago were it not for women! 4. Like a beautiful blush in the evening I want to glow poor wench one to please spray the end of bliss Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Aaron Holmes performs this incredible one-man vocal quartet of Johannes Brahms' "Liebeslieder Waltzes". So cool!

Brahms Liebeslieder second movement Am Gesteine rauscht die Flut. Lyrics: Am Gesteine rauscht die Flut, heftig angetrieben: Wer da nicht zu seufzen weiß, lernt es unterm Lieben. English translation: At the rocks rushes the flood, vehemently driven: He who does not know to sigh will be taught by loving. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Amazing Grace Arranged by Aaron Holmes. We need to understand that there's evil in the world and it seems each day that more and more is unfurled and when it comes to good we all fall short now that is a challenging thought but this doesn't mean all hope is gone when Jesus died on the cross the battle was already won and then he rose again and conquered death so that we can one day have everlasting breath we need to show love but in God's way it doesn't matter what you think it doesn't matter what you say we are all created equal the whole human race and we can have hope because of God's amazing grace. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Check out this incredible one-man cover of 'Messiah: Behold The Lamb Of God' by Handel in this amazing video. Enjoy!

One man sings Handel's Messiah part 23: He was despised. Lyrics: He was despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. (Isaiah 53: 3) Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Die alten bösen Lieder from Schumann's song cycle 'Dichterliebe'. Lyrics: Die alten bösen Lieder Die Träume schlimm und arg, Die laßt uns jetzt begraben, Holt einen großen Sarg. Hinein leg ich gar Manches, Doch sag ich noch nicht was; Der Sarg muß sein noch größer Wies Heidelberger Faß. Und holt eine Totenbahre, Von Brettern fest und dick: Auch muß sie sein noch länger Als wie zu Mainz die Brück. Und holt mir auch zwölf Riesen, Die müssen noch stärker sein Als wie der heilige Christoph Im Dom zu Köln am Rhein. Die sollen den Sarg forttragen Und senken ins Meer hinab, Denn solchem großen Sarge Gebührt ein großes Grab. Wißt ihr, warum der Sarg wohl So groß und schwer mag sein? Ich legt auch meine Liebe und meinen Schmerz hinein. English translation: The old songs filled with anger, The bad dreams filled with woe, Let’s bury them now – get hold of A mighty coffin, ho! Many the things I lay in it, But what, I’ll tell to none; The coffin must be still greater Than Heidelberg’s great tun. And bring a bier as sturdy, Of planks hewn thick and strong; It must be even longer Than the bridge at Mainz is long. And bring twelve giants also – They must be brawnier Than in his Rhine cathedral Cologne’s St. Christopher. Bear it out and sink it Beneath the deepest wave, – For such a mighty coffin Befits a mighty grave. Do you know why it’s so heavy, So great and long and wide? I put my love and sorrow And all my pain inside. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Aus alten Märchen from Robert Schumann's song cycle "Dichterliebe". Lyrics: Aus alten Märchen winkt es Hervor mit weißer Hand, Da singt es und da klingt es Von einem Zauberland: Wo große Blumen schmachten Im goldnen Abendlicht, Und zärtlich sich betrachten Mit bräutlichem Gesicht; - Wo alle Bäume sprechen Und singen, wie ein Chor, Und laute Quellen brechen Wie Tanzmusik hervor; - Und Liebesweisen tönen, Wie du sie nie gehört, Bis wundersüßes Sehnen Dich wundersüß betört! Ach, könnt ich dorthin kommen, Und dort mein Herz erfreun, Und aller Qual entnommen, Und frei und selig sein! Ach! jenes Land der Wonne, Das seh ich oft im Traum; Doch kommt die Morgensonne, Zerfließts wie eitel Schaum. English translation: From olden tales it flings out A beckoning white hand; It sings out and it rings out From an enchanted land Where blossoms tall and slender In the gold-lit eventide Look up with eyes as tender As the eyes of a loving bride – Where all the trees have voices And sing their choral chants, And every rill rejoices In music for the dance – And songs of love are thronging Such as you never heard Till hearts with sweetest longing Are wonder-sweetly stirred! Ah, could I only go there And free my heart of pain, And banish all my woe there, Be free and blest again! Ah, land of bliss undying, I see it oft in dreams. When dawn comes, it goes flying Like foam in the morning beams. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Allnächtlich im Traume from Schumanns' song cycle 'Dichterliebe'. Lyrics: Allnächtlich im Traume seh ich dich, Und sehe dich freundlich grüßen, Und lautaufweinend stürz ich mich Zu deinen süßen Füßen. Du siehst mich an wehmütiglich, Und schüttelst das blonde Köpfchen; Aus deinen Augen schleichen sich Die Perlentränentröpfchen. Du sagst mir heimlich ein leises Wort, Und gibst mir den Strauß von Zypressen, Ich wache auf, und der Strauß ist fort, Und das Wort hab ich vergessen. English translation: Nightly I see you in dreams – you speak With kindliness sincerest; I throw myself, weeping aloud and weak, At your sweet feet, my dearest. You look at me with wistful woe, And shake your golden curls; And stealing from your eyes there flow The teardrops like to pearls. You breathe in my ear a secret word, A garland of cypress for token. I wake; it is gone; the dream is blurred, And forgotten the word that was spoken. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Ich hab im Traum geweinet from Schumann's song cycle 'Dichterliebe'. Lyrics: Ich hab im Traum geweinet, Mir träumte, du lägest im Grab. Ich wachte auf, und die Träne Floß noch von der Wange herab. Ich hab im Traum geweinet, Mir träumt’, du verließest mich. Ich wachte auf, und ich weinte Noch lange bitterlich. Ich hab im Traum geweinet, Mir träumte, du bliebest mir gut. Ich wachte auf, und noch immer Strömt meine Tränenflut. English translation: I wept as I lay dreaming, I dreamed you lay in the tomb. I woke, and still the teardrops Rolled down my cheeks in the gloom. I wept as I lay dreaming, I dreamed you’d forsaken me. I woke, and kept on weeping Still long and bitterly. I wept as I lay dreaming, I dreamed you still were kind. I woke, and still the teardrops Streamed down unconfined. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings Handel's Messiah part 21: His yoke is easy, and his burthen is light. Lyrics: His yoke is easy, and His burden is light. (Matthew 11: 30) Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Am leuchtenden Sommermorgen from Schumann's song cycle 'Dichterliebe'. Lyrics: Am leuchtenden Sommermorgen Geh ich im Garten herum. Es flüstern und sprechen die Blumen, Ich aber, ich wandle stumm. Es flüstern und sprechen die Blumen, Und schaun mitleidig mich an: Sei unsrer Schwester nicht böse, Du trauriger, blasser Mann! English translation: On a radiant summer morning The garden paths I sought: The flowers whisper and murmur – I walk in silent thought. The flowers whisper and murmur With pity, as soft as they can: ‘Don’t be angry with our sister, You pale and sorrowful man!’ Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Ein Jüngling liebt ein Mädchen from Schumann's song cycle 'Dichterliebe' Lyrics: Ein Jüngling liebt ein Mädchen, Die hat einen andern erwählt; Der andre liebt eine andre, Und hat sich mit dieser vermählt. Das Mädchen heiratet aus Ärger Den ersten besten Mann, Der ihr in den Weg gelaufen; Der Jüngling ist übel dran. Es ist eine alte Geschichte, Doch bleibt sie immer neu; Und wem sie just passieret, Dem bricht das Herz entzwei. English translation: A young man loves a maiden Who chooses another instead; This other loves still another And these two haply wed. The maiden out of anger Marries, with no regard, The first good man she runs into – The young lad takes it hard. It is so old a story, Yet somehow always new; And he that has just lived it, It breaks his heart in two. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/