Khatia Buniatishvili – Un Violon sur le Sable (ROYAN) – Rachmaninov Concerto n°2 – 1e part.
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Khatia Buniatishvili interprète concerto n°2 pour piano de Rachmaninov (Adagio Sostenuto), accompagnée de Rachmaninov l’Orchestre d’Un Violon sur le Sable, sous la direction de Jérôme Pillement Un Violon sur le Sable est un ensemble de 3 concerts classiques et lyriques, présentant un programme hétéroclite et varié avec des solistes invités différent chaque soir, sur la plage de ROYAN (France) . Créé par Philippe Tranchet en 1987, Un Violon sur le sable se déroule en Juillet, couplé avec Un Violon sur la ville (festival “off”). A chaque concert, près de 50 000 spectateurs, mélomanes ou novices, petit ou grand, plongent dans un profond respect et une grande émotion, séduits aussi par le répertoire composé d’extraits des plus grandes oeuvres telle une véritable compilation classique et bon nombre d’oeuvres originales. Actualités, coulisses, images inédites, suivez-nous sur : Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/unviolonsur… Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/violonsurles… Twitter : https://twitter.com/violonroyan
I’ve worn out the stones in front of your doorstep Coming and going, coming and going You kept the lights on, I always knew that I should’ve said “thank you” a thousand miles ago But I pushed you away, put a pin in a map Then I got lost in the storm
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes But you know that I had to go Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Moon hanging low over my window Shoebox of dreams hid under my bed Follow the bright light city of gold I had to leave to realize all I needed was here Mama, we both know that there’s nothing That a little time and Patsy Cline wouldn’t fix
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes But you know that I had to go Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
I’ll just click my heels three more times There it all is, what’s always been mine
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
When you feel your love’s been taken When you know there’s something missing In the dark, we’re barely hanging on Then you rest your head upon my chest And you feel like there ain’t nothing left I’m afraid that what we had is gone
Then I think of the start And it echoes a spark And I remember the magic electricity Then I look in my heart There’s a light in the dark Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me That I wanna keep Please don’t leave Please don’t leave
When you lay there and you’re sleeping Hear the patterns of your breathing And I tell you things you’ve never heard before Asking questions to the ceiling Never knowing what you’re thinking I’m afraid that what we had is gone
Then I think of the start And it echoes a spark And I remember the magic electricity Then I look in my heart There’s a light in the dark Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me That I wanna keep Please don’t leave Please don’t leave
And I want this to pass And I hope this won’t last Last too long
Then I think of the start And it echoes a spark And I remember the magic electricity Then I look in my heart There’s a light in the dark Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me That I wanna keep Please don’t leave Please don’t leave
Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
I feel it when you’re with me It happens when you kiss me That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside Your touch is soft and gentle Your kiss is warm and tender Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies
Love is like a butterfly The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Your laughter brings me sunshine Everyday is spring time And I am only happy when you are by my side How precious is this love we share How very precious, sweet and rare Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies
Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Actress and musician Jessie Buckley performs Emmylou Harris’s Boulder to Birmingham.
Lyrics
I don’t want to hear a love song I got on this airplane just to fly And I know there’s life below me But all that you can show me is the prairie and the sky
And I don’t want to hear a sad story Full of heartbreak and desire The last time I felt like this I was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain In the night and I watched it burn I watched it burn, I watched it burn
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face
Well, you really got me this time And the hardest part is knowing I’ll survive And I come to listen for the sound Of the trucks as they move down out on 95
And pretend that it’s the ocean Coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean Baby, do you know what I mean?
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face If I thought I could see, I could see your face
Last night as I lay dreamin’ Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein’ bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland’s sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He’s as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love She’s as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying “Johnny, i love you still” She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking As many’s the time before” But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill
Provided to YouTube by Columbia Nashville What Will Baby Be · Dolly Parton Slow Dancing With The Moon ℗ 1993 Sony Music Entertainment Inc. Released on: 1993-02-23 Producer: Steve Buckingham Background Vocal, Vocal Arranger: Richard Dennison Background Vocal: Jenifer O’Brien-Enoch Assistant Producer: Cari Landers Background Vocal: Howard Smith Background Vocal: Vicki Hampton Unknown: Carlos Grier Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Gary Paczosa Guitar, Mandolin: Steve Gibson Assistant Engineer: Craig White Fiddle, Mandolin: Jimmy Mattingly Assistant Engineer: John David Parker Assistant Engineer: John Kunz Acoustic Guitar: Bruce Watkins Assistant Engineer: Wayne Morgan Electric Guitar: Kent Wells Assistant Engineer: John Hurley Steel Guitar: John Hughey Steel Guitar: Sonny Garrish Mastering Engineer: Denny Purcell Steel Guitar: Paul Franklin Harmonica, Percussion: Terry McMillan Drums: Steve Turner Keyboards: Michael Davis Piano: Paul Hollowell Piano: John Barlow Jarvis Piano: Mitch Humphries Accordion: Joey Miskulin Bass: Paul Uhrig Uilleann Pipes: Paddy Corcoran Auto-generated by YouTube.
Dolly Parton has always been about the welfare of children, and that much is evidenced in the 1993 song “What Will Baby Be”. Maura O’Connell provides the backing vocals on this song. That voice paired with Parton’s lilting vocals and tender guitar-strumming results in a beautifully cohesive piece of work.
Lyrics
A young couple marries, already fighting Along comes baby makin’ them three Trouble’s all he hears from the time he’s in didies Baby don’t know just what to believe
Angry words and spiteful actions Baby’s gonna cut his teeth on these If that’s gonna be the main attraction What will the baby be, what will baby be
Baby needs love and needs direction Baby’s first school is the family For they are only a reflection Of the things they see, what will baby be
What will baby be after baby is grown What will baby do if baby don’t know what’s right or wrong Got to show them love, got to teach them truth ‘Cause what baby is when baby grows up Well, that depends entirely on me and you Depends entirely on me and you
Baby thinks God is just a curse word Never said a prayer ’cause he’s never been taught They remember and repeat what they’ve heard So I ask who’s really at fault
So many questions, so few answers So many lessons we don’t teach Stumbling through like clumsy dancers What will baby be, what will baby be
What will baby be after baby is grown What will baby do when baby is out there on his own Teach the children how to be all they should be ‘Cause what baby is when baby grows up Depends entirely on you and me Depends entirely on you and me What will baby be
I’ve worn out the stones in front of your doorstep Coming and going, coming and going You kept the lights on, I always knew that I should’ve said “thank you” a thousand miles ago But I pushed you away, put a pin in a map Then I got lost in the storm
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes But you know that I had to go Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Moon hanging low over my window Shoebox of dreams hid under my bed Follow the bright light city of gold I had to leave to realize all I needed was here Mama, we both know that there’s nothing That a little time and Patsy Cline wouldn’t fix
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes But you know that I had to go Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
I’ll just click my heels three more times There it all is, what’s always been mine
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
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