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DON PASQUALE Ernesto's Lament Act II (Povero Ernesto)

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Uploaded on 16 Oct 2007

From the Bel Canto Opera production, set in Italian Soho, London, in the 1960s. Disinherited by his uncle Don Pasquale, who forbids the boy to marry his unsuitable girl friend Noreen, Ernesto, thrown out of Pasquale's house, decides to leave London and hit the hippy trail.

ERNESTO: Man, what a nightmare!. Cast out on my back-side. Cut off from family fortune. And betrayed by the Doctor ... who has sworn to support me, then schemed against me and brought about my ruin. And then there's Noreen. Poor Noreen. I'm forced to leave her. She'd never want to wed a bloke with no bread. I've no choice but to drop out. Far from the rat race. Looking for a life-style without her.

I might go to San Francisco
In the summer, love-ins are the scene there
Though I'll miss the Camden Disco
It's a bummer without Noreen there.
It's a drag without Noreen there.
Kathmandu is drear
but the living's nearly free there
I would rather be there
Than suffer here
I might join the Maharishi
Meditation on location
The incantation of the sacred mantra "Om"
To help forget the deprivation that I suffer here at home
Dear Noreen, if you discover
Some guy who has been a better lover
Worry not, that you'll upset me
Time heals all wounds when I am far away
When I'm gone, you'll soon forget me
You'll recover, and may become his wife
But for me, my heart won't let me
I shall always love you...I shall always care
I will always treasure all the memories we share
Ever since you met me
I've been in love for life
I could trip on marijuana
Be a Buddhist, seek Nirvana
Om!. Hare Rama!
Dear Noreen, though I am leaving
It would never do to leave you grieving
Find some toff to love and cherish
I'll not be jealous if you're happy with him
Though my prospects seem nightmarish
Off in exile to flee society
In the wilds, perhaps I'll perish
That might be a blessing
Then you'd be truly free
Free to find a husband who's more affluent than me
with a house in Finchley...and drive an MGB
I won't blame you if you go suburban
I'll be in a turban on some exotic shore
But you'll remain deep in my heart
at Ancor Wat, though we're apart
I'll love you....though I leave you
I'll love you forever more
Words © Tom Boyd

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