Arnold Schoenberg: Pierrot Lunaire (Pierrot in the Moonlight), Op. 21
Performed at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston
December 31, 2009
Original poems by Albert Giraud
German translation by Otto Erich Hartleben
English translation by Paula Robison
Paula Robison, sprechstimme
Sooyun Kim, flute and piccolo
Alexis Lanz, clarinet and bass clarinet
David Fulmer, violin and viola
Eric Jacobsen, cello
Steven Beck, piano
MOVEMENT 18 -- THE MOONFLECK (DER MONDFLECK)
Pierrot saunters forth for an evening on the town. But there's something wrong! There's a shining fleck on his formal jacket! He rubs and rubs, all the way until the morning, his bitter heart bursting with obsessive-compulsive anguish. But it still sticks to him. It's a fleck of moonlight.
With a tiny fleck of shining moonlight
On the backside of his formal jacket
Our Pierrot sets forth into the evening
Looking for luck and great adventure.
Suddenly something's wrong with his new outfit,
He checks all around and then he finds it—
It's a tiny fleck of shining moonlight
On the backside of his formal jacket.
Bother! he thinks: It's a piece of plaster!
Wipes and wipes, but still it's sticking to him!
There he stands—his bitter heart is bursting,
Rubs and rubs, all the way till morning ---
At a tiny fleck of shining moonlight.
must have been the Kesha of its time
Cilogy 1 year ago 23
Man, I've this banger stuck in my head for weeks.
DoTheAstralPlane 1 year ago 7