Die Moritat von Mackie Messer aus der Dreigroschenoper von Bertolt Brecht mit Musik von Kurt Weill basiert auf der von John Gay und Johann Christoph Pepusch verfassten Beggar’s Opera, die erstmals am 29. August 1728 im Londoner Lincoln’s Inn Fields Theatre uraufgeführt wurde. Fast auf den Tag genau 200 Jahre später wurde die Dreigroschenoper im Berliner Theater am Schiffbauerdamm uraufgeführt.
Mittwoch, 31. August 2011
Heute wird Van Morrison 71 Jahre alt
Van Morrison, In the Garden (aus No Guru, no Method, no Teacher), Coleraine University, 1988
The fields are always wet with rain
After a summer shower
When I saw you standin'
Standin' in the garden
In the garden
Wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
And we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day
In the garden
And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open
That day you came back
To the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowin' gainst your face
Alright
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother
In the garden
The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells within the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of eternal summers
In the garden
Alright
And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed
And we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ within our hearts
In the garden
And I turned to you and I said
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden
Listen
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden
Wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the Father AND THE SON and the Holy Ghost
In that garden, in the garden, wet with rain
Yeah. Alright.
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the father In the garden
The fields are always wet with rain
After a summer shower
When I saw you standin'
Standin' in the garden
In the garden
Wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
And we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day
In the garden
And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open
That day you came back
To the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowin' gainst your face
Alright
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother
In the garden
The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells within the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of eternal summers
In the garden
Alright
And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed
And we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ within our hearts
In the garden
And I turned to you and I said
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden
Listen
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden
Wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the Father AND THE SON and the Holy Ghost
In that garden, in the garden, wet with rain
Yeah. Alright.
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the father In the garden
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