Timko, Kelly

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Ithaca CollegeDigital Commons @ ICAll Concert & Recital Programs Concert & Recital Programs11-1-2014Junior Recital: Kelly Timko, sopranoKelly TimkoFollow this and additional works at: http://digitalcommons.ithaca.edu/music_programsPart of the Music CommonsThis Program is brought to you for free and open access by the Concert & Recital Programs at Digital Commons @ IC. It has been accepted forinclusion in All Concert & Recital Programs by an authorized administrator of Digital Commons @ IC.Recommended CitationTimko, Kelly, "Junior Recital: Kelly Timko, soprano" (2014). All Concert & Recital Programs. 734.http://digitalcommons.ithaca.edu/music_programs/734Junior Recital:Kelly Timko, sopranoAlexander Greenberg, pianoKathy Hansen, harpsichordBryce Tempset, cello Ryan Pereira, clarinet Hockett Family Recital HallSaturday, November 1st, 20144:00 pmProgramAmor, hai vinto Antonio Vivaldi(1678-1741)Amor, hai vintoIn qual strano e confusoKathy Hansen, harpsichordBryce Tempest, celloDer Hirt auf dem Felsen Franz Schubert(1797-1828)Ryan Pereira, clarinetIntermissionQuatre Chansons de Jeunesse Claude Debussy(1862-1918)PantomimeClair de LunePierrotApparitionFour Songs from A Horse With Wings Ricky Ian Gordon(1956-)Once I WasCoyotesA Horse With WingsLana Turner Has Collapsed (Poem)This recital is in fulfillment of the degree Music Education and VocalPerformance. Kelly Timko is from the studio of Marc Webster.TranslationsAmor, hai vintoAmor, hai vinto. Cupid, you have won.Ecco il mio seno da tuo bel stral Here is my breast pierced by your   trafitto.      arrows.   Or chi sostiene l'alma mia dal Who will nourish my grieving soul   dolore      now   Abbandonata! Abandoned! Gelido in ogni vena Frozen in every veinScorrer mi sento il sangue, Coursing I feel the blood,E sol mi serba in vita And only pain and worryAffanni e pene. Keep me alive.Mi palpita nel seno  In my breast palpitatesCon nuove scosse il core. With new violence the heart.Clori, crudel, e quanto Ha da durar Clori, cruel woman, how long must   it endure   quest'aspro tuo rigore? The harshness of your severity?Passo di pena in pena, I go from grief to grief,Come la navicella Like a ship Ch'in questa e in quall'altr'onda From one wave to anotherUrtando va. Is tossed.Il ciel tuo na e balena, From thunder and lightning,Il mar tutt'è in tempesta,  the sea is storm tossed,Porto non ve de o sponda, it sees neither port nor shore,Dove approdar non sa. and where to land it knows not.In Qual Strano e ConfusoIn qual strano e confuso In what strange and confusedVortice di pensieri Whirlpool of worrisome thoughtsLa mia mente s'aggira? Does my mind wander?Or'è in calma, or s'adira, Now it is calm, now it is angry,E dove ancor si fermi and where to restNon risolve. Cannot decide.Or in sasso, or in polve,  Now into rock, now into dust,Vorria cangiarsi. it would wish to change itself.O dio! Ma di che mai, Oh god! But what,Ma di che ti quereli What is your complaintcor incredulo, infido? unbelieveing heart, untrusting?Di che ti lagni? ahimè! What is the matter? Alas!Forse non sai, che nel seno di Clori, Perhaps you know not that in Clori's   heart   Hai porto, hai lido! You have harbor, you have beach!Se a me rivolge il ciglio If she turns her gaze to meL'amato mio tesoro, My beloved treasure,Non sento più martoro, I am no longer tormented, Ma torno a respirar. But I breathe again.Non teme più periglio, It no longer fears danger,Non sente affano e pena, Nor feels pain and worry,L'alma e si rasserena my soul becomes as happyCome la calma in mar.  as the calmness of the sea.Dir Hirt auf dem FelsenWenn auf dem höchsten Fels ich When on the highest rock I stand,   steh',Ins tiefe Thal hernieder seh',  And down into the deep valley   gaze,   Und singe.  and singing. Fern aus dem tiefen dunkeln Thal Far out of the deep and dark valleySchwingt sich empor der Soars itself upward, echoing sound,    Wiederhall,   der Wiederhall der Klüfte. The echo of the ravines. Je weiter meine Stimme dringt, The farther my voice penetrates,  Je heller sie mir wieder klingt, The clearer it resounds to me, Von unten, From down below.  Mein liebchen wohnt so weit von My darling lives so far from me,    mir,   Drum sehn' ich mich so heiss nach Thus ardently I long for her   ihr   Hin über. Far, far away.In tiefem Gram verzehr ich mich! In deepest grief I consume myself!Mir ist die Freude hin,  All joy from me is gone,Auf erden mir die Hoffnung wich!  On earth for me all hope retreats!Ich hier so einsam bin.  So lonely here am I.So sehnend klang im Wald das So ardent sounded forth my song,   Lied,    So sehnend klang es durch die So ardent sounded in the night!   nacht!   Die herzen es zum Himmel sieht,  Our hearts it draws to Heaven, Mit wunderbarer Macht! With wonderful might!Der Frühling will kommen, The springtime is coming, Der Frühling meine Freud, The springtime my friend,Num mach ich mich fertig Myself I make ready,Zum Wandern bereit.  Wandering prepare. PantomimePierrot qui n'a rien d'un Clitandre, Pierrot who is no Clitandre,Vide un flacon sans plus attendre  empties a flask without further   waiting    Et, pratique, entame un paté And, being pratical, cuts into a   pate.    Cassandre, au fond de l'avenue, Cassandre, at the end of the   avenue,   Verse une larme méconnue  Sheds an unnoticed tearSur son neveu déshérite. For his disinherited nephew.Ce faquin d'Arlequin combine That scoundrel Harlequin plotsL'enlèvement de Colombine The abduction of Colombine Et pirouette quatre fois. And pirouettes four times. Colombine rêve,  Colombine dreams, surprise de sentir surprised to hearun coeur dans la brise  A heart on the breeze Et d'entendre en son coeur des And to hear within her heart some   voix. Ah!       voices. Ah!    Clair de LuneVotre âme est tun paysage choisi Your soul is a landscape chosenQue vont charmant masques et That is charmed my maskers and   bergamasques.       revellers.   Jouant du luth et dansant Playing the lute and dancingEt quasi triste and almost sadSous leurs déguisements beneath disguises fanciful.   fantasques.   Tout ten cgantant sur la mode While singing in a minor mode   mineur   L'amour vainqueur et la vie of love victorious and the life   opportune      fortunate   Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire They don't seem to believeà leur bonheur. In their happiness.Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de And their song mingles with the   lune.      moonlight.   Au calme clair de lune triste et The calm moonlight sad and   beau      beautiful   Quit fait rêver les oiseaux that makes the birds dreamdans le arbres in the treesEt sans gloter d'extase les jets And makes the fountains sob with   d'eau      ecstasy.     Les grands jets d'eau svelte The tall slim fountains Parmi les marbres. Among the marble statues. PierrotLe bon Pierrot, que la foule The good Pierrot, whom the crowd   contemples    gazes atAyant fini les noces d'Arlequin  Having finished the wedding of   d'Arlequin    Suit en songeant le boulevard du Dreamily goes down the boulevard   temple.       of the temple.    Une fillette au souple casaquin  A girl with a loose flowing blouseEn vain l'agace de son oeil coquin. In vain provokes him with a   naughty look.   Et cependant, mystérieuse et lisse And meanwhile, mysterious and   smooth   Faissant de lui sa plus ohère délice, Making of him her most dear   delight   La blanche lune aux cornes de The white moon with horns of a bull   taureau   Jette un regard de son oeil en Casts a glance with sidelong eyes   coulisse   à son ami Jean Gaspard Deburau.  To her friend Jean Gaspard   Deburau.    ApparitionLa lune s'attristiat. The moon grew sad.Des séraphins en pleurs rêvant, The seraphim in tears dreaming,L'archet aux doights, Bows in hands,Dans le calme des fleurs In the calm of misty flowers,   vaporeuses,Tiraient de mourantes violes Drew from dying violsDe blancs sanglots glissants Some white sobs as their bows   glidedSur l'azur de corolles. Over the azure of the corollas.C'était le jour béni It was the blessed dayDe ton premier baiser. Of your first kiss.Ma songerie,  My dreaming,Aimant à me martyriser, Fond of tormenting me,S'enivrait savament  Became knowingly drunkDu parfum de tristesse On the perfume of sadnessQue même sans regret  That without the regretEt sans déboire laisse Or bitter aftertasteLa cuiellaison d'un rève  The harvest of dreamsAu coeur qui l'a cueilli. Leaves in the reaper's heart.J'errais donc, l'oeil rivé I wandered, my eyes fixedSur le pavé vieilli On paving stones oldQuand avec du soleil aux cheveux, When with the sun on your hair,Dans le rue et dans le soir, In the street, and in the evening,Tu m'es en riant apparue You appeared laughing before meEt j'ai cruvoir la fée And I thought I saw the fairyAu chapeau de clarté With a hat of lightQui ja dis sur mes beaux sommeils Who had once passed across the   d'enfant gâté    beautiful slumber of my spoilt   childhoodPassait, laissant toujours de ses Who allowed from her half-closed   mains mal fermées    handsNeiger de blancs bouquets d'é White bouquets of perfumed stars   toiles parfumées.       to show.              Once I WasOnce I was.There were ribbons in my hair, there were leaves of streaming goldeverywhere.If a boy said hello, I would hide trembling so. Now I barely know what the meaning of "no" is.Now I am.Past an audience I stare, what is gold is how the lights touch my hair.All the boys turn to men, all the leaves change again.Still I answer yes, though I know what will happen.As these phases come and go music tells me what I need to know.CoyotesI understand you, coyotes, I understand the song you croon!I never did before, before I hungered for his kisses underneath an ambermoon.Oh how I loathe you coyotes, and ev'rything you know of me.You sing of my demise, that laughing in your eyes turns all my love to bittermockery. Yes, coyotes.You tell of all that I am dreaming of. Yes, coyotes.You tell of these fool fool enough to love.Laugh on, laugh on you wild coyotes, with angels on your razor backs who tellme not to stay and beckon me away, to run the ridges with your frenziedpacks.No man may own my soul from off this frozen knoll.I'll scream it till I turn that moon to wax. Ah! A Horse With WingsI wanna cry. I wanna feel the world around me whirling by. I wanna cry for those that live and those that die. You sing a lullaby. I wanna cry.I wanna pray that all my wishes would come true after today.And should I put a word for you in, should I say and extre Kyrie? I wanna pray.I wanna lie. I wanna think that things are better than they are.I wanna think we've gotten further, and that far is just an inch away. I wannalie. A horse with wings, I wanna think of things like that and other things.I want two brother, one who laughs, and one who sings. I hope the future brings a horse with wings.I wanna know the things they told me way back then were really so.I wanna make a little mark before I go, not barely just get by. I wanna fly! Lana Turner Has Collapsed (Poem)Lana Turner has collapsed!I was trotting along, and suddenly, it started raining, and snowing, and yousaid it was hailing, but hailing hits you on the head hard, so it was reallysnowing and raining.And I was in such a hurry to meet you but the traffic was acting exactly likethe sky.When suddenly I see a headling: Lana Turner has Collapsed!There is no snow in Hollywood. There is no rain in California.I have been to lots of parties and acted perfectly disgraceful, but I neveractually collapsed.Oh Lana Turner we love you, get up! 

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