A Little Knight Music

by Jacqueline Novikov & Yelena Beriyeva

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“There's a princess in a tower.” Oh my gosh, that's just like me! Poor Rapunzel needs a haircut, But the witch won't set her free. “She passes time by singing.” Like someone else I know. “As years go by she sits and waits.” As years go by? Uh oh “A torturous existence,” I don't remember this part! “She wishes she were dead?” Skip ahead! Skip ahead! “But in the end Rapunzel finds a millionaire The prince is good at climbing And braiding golden hair!” So I know, he'll appear Cause there are rules and there are strictures I believe the storybooks I read by candlelight My white knight, and his steed Will look just like these pictures! It won't be long now, I guarantee! Day number: twenty three I know its today! There's a princess in a coma Glad it’s her instead of me Pretty maiden in a glass box How I wonder does she pee? Blah blah blah, poison apple Boring boring, evil queen Filler filler, been there, read that! Seven shorties on the scene Skip ahead, skip ahead! But in the end the princess wakes up with a start The prince is good at kissing And melting Snow White's heart! So I know, he'll appear And his armor will be blinding! As shining as his perfect teeth and manly hose He'll propose on one knee And our pre-nup will be binding! About time we set the wedding date! Day number nine hundred and fifty eight I know it's today. He'll show up today! There's a princess! Any princess! Take your pick, they're all like me! Not exactly, I'm still waiting! They're out living happily Ever after better get here I want love in seconds flat! No one needs these middle bits Oops, did I do that? Cut the villains, cut the vamping Cut this fairy tale Cut the peril and the pitfalls Cut the puppet and the whale! Cut the monsters! Cut the curses! Keep the intro! Cut the verses! And the waiting! The waiting! The waiting! The waiting! The waiting! But I know, he'll appear Though I seem a bit bipolar And I'm a vandal now as well, hope he won't mind I'm a find, I'm a catch And a very gifted bowler! It won't be long now, I guarantee! Day number Are you there god? It's me Fiona! Now I know, he'll appear Cause there are rules and there are strictures I believe the storybooks I read by candlelight My white knight, my knight and his steed Will look just like these pictures! It won't be long now, I guarantee Day number eight thousand, four hundred and, twenty three I know it's today!
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Monte, écureuil, monte au grand chêne, Sur la branche des cieux prochaine, Qui plie et tremble comme un jonc. Cigogne, aux vieilles tours fidèle, Oh! vole! et monte à tire-d'aile De l'église à la citadelle, Du haut clocher au grand donjon. Vieux aigle, monte de ton aire A la montagne centenaire Que blanchit l'hiver éternel; Et toi qu'en ta couche inquiète Jamais l'aube ne vit muette, Monte, monte, vive alouette, Vive alouette, monte au ciel! Et maintenant, du haut de l'arbre, Des flèches de la tour de marbre, Du grand mont, du ciel enflammé, A l'horizon, parmi la brume, Voyez-vous flotter une plume, Et courir un cheval qui fume, Et revenir ma bien-aimée? Climb, squirrel, climb into the tall oak tree, On to the branch near to the skies That bends and trembles like a reed. Stork, faithful to ancient towers, Oh, fly and soar swiftly From the church to the citadel From the high belfry to the wall turret. Old, eagle, rise from your eyrie, To the age-old mountain Whitened by eternal winter. And you, who from your restless sleep Never in silence see the dawn, Ascend, ascend, lively lark, Lively lark ascend to the sky! And now from the top of the tree, From the spires of the marble tower, From the great mountain, from the blazing sky, On the horizon in the mist, Do you see a plume swaying, And a steaming horse galloping, And my beloved returning?
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I Want Magic 04:04
Real! Who wants real? I know I don't want it. I want magic! Magic! Yes! That's what I want! That's what I try to give to people. I do misrepresent things. I don't tell the truth. But I tell what ought to be the truth. What it ought to be. Yes, magic. Magic's what I try to give to people. If that's a sin, If that is such a sin, then let me be... damned for it! Don't turn on that light! It'll all look so ugly in that light. Why not see by candlelight... or moonlight, or by starlight? They are bright enough to see by. Sometimes too bright.
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They all live happily, happily, happily ever after. The couple is happily leaving the chapel eternally tied. As the curtain descends, there is nothing but loving and laughter. When the fairy tale ends the heroine's always a bride. Ella, the girl of the cinders did the wash and the walls and the winders. But she landed a prince who was brawny and blue-eyed and blond. Still, I honestly doubt that she could ever have done it without that crazy lady with the wand. Cinderella had outside help! I have no one but me… Fairy godmother, godmother, godmother! Where can you be? I haven't got a fairy godmother. I haven't got a godmother. I have a mother… a plain, ordinary woman! Snow white was so pretty they tell us that the queen was insulted and jealous when the mirror declared that snow white was the fairest of all. She was dumped on the border but was saved by some men who adored 'er; Oh, I grant you, they were small. But there were seven of them! Practically a regiment! I'm alone in the night. By myself, not a dwarf, not an elf, not a goblin in sight! That girl had seven determined little men working day and night just for her! Oh sure! The queen gave her a poisoned apple. Even so she lived happily, happily, happily ever after! A magical kiss counteracted the apple eventually… Though I know I'm not clever I'll do what they tell me I hafta! I want some happily ever after to happen to me! Rapunzel had platinum tresses that were double the length of her dresses. She was kept in a tower for years by a wicked old witch. Then one night in despair down, she scrambled by letting her hair down. That’s what I call quite a switch. I wonder? It’ll never do! I’ll be finished before I begin and besides, I don't wanna get out! I wanna get in! I want to get into some happily, happily ever after. I want to walk happily out of the chapel eternally tied. For I know that I'll never live happily ever after 'til after I'm a bride! And then I'll be happily happy. Yes, Happily happy! And thoroughly satisfied!
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Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve It's Guinevere, remember me? Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve I'm over here beneath this tree! You know how faithful and devout I am You must admit I've always been a lamb But Genevieve, Saint Genevieve I won't obey you anymore You've gone a bit too far I won't be bid and bargained for Like beads at a bazaar Saint Genevieve, I've run away Eluded them and fled And from now on I intend to pray To someone else instead! Oh, Genevieve, Saint Genevieve Where were you when my youth was sold? Dear Genevieve, Sweet Genevieve Shan't I be young before I'm old? Where are the simple joys of maidenhood? Where are all those adoring daring boys? Where's the knight pining so for me he leaps to death in woe for me? Oh where are a maiden's simple joys? Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should? Shall I never be rescued in the wood? Shall two knights never tilt for me and let their blood be spilt for me? Oh where are the simple joys of maidenhood? Shall I not be on a pedestal, Worshipped and competed for? Not be carried off, or better st'll, Cause a little war? Where are the simple joys of maidenhood? Are those sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good? Shall a feud not begin for me? Shall kith not kill their kin for me? Oh where are the trivial joys? Harmless, convivial joys? Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
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He's a very smart Prince He's a Prince who prepares Knowing this time I'd run from him He spread pitch on the stairs I was caught unawares And I thought: Well, he cares This is more than just malice Better stop and take stock While you're standing here stuck On the steps of the palace You think, what do you want You think, make a decision Why not stay and be caught You think, well it’s a thought What would be his response? But then what if he knew Who you were when you know That you’re not what he thinks That he wants? And then what if you are What a Prince would envision? Although how can you know Who you are till you know What you want, which you don't So then which do you pick Where you're safe, out of sight And yourself, but where everything's wrong Or where everything's right But you know that you'll never belong? And whichever you pick Do it quick 'Cause you're starting to stick To the steps of the palace It's your first big decision The choice isn't easy to make To arrive at a ball Is exciting and all Once you're there, though, it's scary And it's fun to deceive When you know you can leave But you have to be wary There's a lot that's at stake But you've stalled long enough 'Cause you're still standing stuck In the stuff on the steps Better run along home And avoid the collision Even though they don't care You’ll be better of there Where there's nothing to choose So there's nothing to lose So you pry up my shoes Then from out of the blue And without any guide You know what your decision is Which is not to decide You’ll just leave him a clue For example, a shoe And then see what he'll do Now it's he and not you Who is stuck with a shoe In a stew, in the goo And you've learned something, too Something you never knew On the steps of the palace
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In the past when your mother was with child she developed an unusual appetite! She took one look at my beautiful garden and told your father that what she wanted more than anything in the world was- Greens Green and nothing but greens! Parsley, Peppers, Cabbages, and Celery. Asparagus and Watercress and Fiddle Fern and Lettuce. He said "Alright!" But it wasn't quite cause I caught him in the autumn in my garden one night! He was robbing me, Raping me. Rooting through my rutabaga, raiding my arugula, ripping up the rampion my champion, my favorite! I should have laid a spell on him right there! Should have turned him into stone or a dog or chair... But I let him have the rampion, I'd lots to spare. In return, however, I said: “ Fair is fair. You can let me have the baby that your wife will bear.... And we'll call it square.” I thought I had been more than reasonable...but how was I to know what your father had also hidden in his pocket! He had the beans. The special beans! I let him go. I didn't know he'd stolen my beans! I was watching him crawl back over the wall and then BANG! CRASH! The lightning flash - and well that's another story, nevermind... Anyway at last the big day came, I made my claim. "Oh don't take away the baby!" They shrieked and screeched. But I did! And I hid her where she'll never be reached! Your father cried and your mother died. And for extra measure, (I admit it was a pleasure) I said "Sorry I'm still not mollified" and I laid a little spell on them. You too son! That your family tree will always be a barren one! So...there's no more fuss and there's no more scenes and my garden thrives! You should see my nectarines! But I'm telling you the same I tell Kings and Queens Don't ever never ever mess around with my greens! ESPECIALLY THE BEANS!
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Die Schwalbe fliegt, Der Frühling siegt, Und spendet uns Blumen zum Kranze! Bald huschen wir, leis' aus der Tür, Und fliegen zum prächtigen Tanze! Ein schwarzer Bock, Ein Besenstock, Die Ofengabel, der Wocken, Reißt uns geschwind, Wie Blitz und Wind, Durch sausende Lüfte zum Brocken! Um Beelzebub tanzt unser Trupp Und küßt ihm die kralligen Hände! Ein Geisterschwarm faßt uns beim Arm Und schwinget im Tanzen die Brände! Und Beelzebub Verheißt dem Trupp Der Tanzenden Gaben auf Gaben: Sie sollen schön in Seide geh'n Und Töpfe voll Goldes sich graben! Ein Feuerdrach umflieget das Dach, Und bringet uns Butter und Eier. Die Nachbarn dann seh'n die Funken weh'n, Und schlagen ein Kreuz vor dem Feuer. Die Schwalbe fliegt, Der Frühling siegt, Die Blumen erblühen zum Kranze. Bald huschen wir leis aus der Tür, Juch heisa zum prächtigen Tanze.
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Did that really just happen? Have I actually understood? This weird quirk I've tried to suppress or hide Is a talent that could help me meet the Wizard If I make good. So I'll make good When I meet the Wizard, Once I prove my worth, And then I'll meet the Wizard. What I've waited for since...since birth! And with all his Wizard wisdom, by my looks, he won't be blinded Do you think the Wizard is dumb? Or, like Munchkins, so small-minded? No! He'll say to me, "I see who you truly are - A girl on whom I can rely!" And that's how we'll begin. The Wizard and I! Once I'm with the Wizard my whole life will change 'Cuz once you're with the Wizard, no one thinks you're strange! No father is not proud of you, no sister acts ashamed And all of Oz has to love you when by the Wizard, you're acclaimed And this gift or this curse, I have inside Maybe at last, I'll know why When we are hand in hand -The Wizard and I! And one day, he'll say to me, "Elphaba, A girl who is so superior, Shouldn't a girl who's so good inside have a matching exterior? And since folks here to an absurd degree, seem fixated on your verdigris Would it be all right by you, if I de-greenified you?" And though of course, That's not important to me "All right, why not?" I'll reply. Oh, what a pair we'll be! The Wizard and I; Yes, what a pair we'll be The Wizard and... Unlimited...My future is unlimited And I've just had a vision Almost like a prophecy I know - it sounds truly crazy. And true, the vision's hazy But I swear, someday there'll be a celebration throughout Oz That's all to do with me! And I'll stand there with the Wizard. Feeling things I've never felt And though I'd never show it, I'd be so happy, I could melt! And so it will be For the rest of my life, And I'll want nothing else till I die Held in such high esteem. When people see me, they will scream For half of Oz's favorite team; The Wizard And I!
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Witchcraft 03:34
Shades of old Lucretia Borgia! There’s a devil in you tonight, And although my heart adores ya, My head says it ain’t right, Right to let you make advances, oh no! Under normal circumstances, I’d go but oh~ Those fingers in my hair That sly come-hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do? 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And although I know it's strictly taboo When you arouse the need in me My heart says, "yes, indeed" in me Proceed with what you're leading me to It's such an ancient pitch But one that I wouldn't switch 'Cause there's no nicer witch than you 'Cause it's witchcraft, that crazy witchcraft And although I know it's strictly taboo When you arouse the need in me My heart says, "yes, indeed" in me Proceed with what you're leading me to It's such an ancient pitch But one that I'd never switch 'Cause there's no nicer witch than you
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That old black magic has me in its spell That old black magic that you weave so well Those icy fingers up and down my spine That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine That same old tingle that I feel inside And then the elevator starts it ride And down and down I go Round and round I go Like a leaf caught in the tide I should stay away, but what can I do I hear your name and I'm a flame A flame with such a burning desire That only your kiss can put out the fire For you're the lover I have waiting for The mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mine Darling, down and down I go Round and round I go In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in Under the old black magic called love!
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My white knight, not a Lancelot, nor an angel with wings. Just someone to love me, who is not ashamed of a few nice things. My white knight who knew what my heart would say if it only knew how. Please, dear Venus, show me now. All I want is a plain man All I want is a modest man A quiet man, a gentle man A straightforward and honest man To sit with me in a cottage somewhere in the state of Iowa. And I would like him to be more interested in me than he is in himself. And more interested in us than in me. And if occasionally he'd ponder what make Shakespeare and Beethoven great, Him I could love till I die. Him I could love till I die. My white knight, not a Lancelot, nor an angel with wings. Just someone to love me, who is not ashamed of a few nice things. My white knight, let me walk with him where others ride by Walk and love him till I die, till I die.
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To dream the impossible dream, To fight the unbeatable foe, To bear with unbearable sorrow, To run where the brave dare not go. To right the unrightable wrong, To love pure and chaste from afar, To try when your arms are too weary, To reach the unreachable star. This is my quest, to follow that star, No matter how hopeless, no matter how far; To fight for the right without question or pause, To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause. And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest, That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest. And the world will be better for this: That one man scorned and covered with scars, Still strove with his last ounce of courage, To reach the unreachable star.
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Jacqueline Novikov, soprano
Yelena Beriyeva, piano

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released July 5, 2017

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Jacqueline Novikov Boston, Massachusetts

Soprano Jacqueline Novikov, founder of Forma Music, is dedicated to entertaining and educating audiences through classical vocal music. She uses music's powerful language to express life's humorous, serious, mundane and sacred truths. Jacqueline holds a B.M. from the Eastman School of Music in Rochester, NY and a M.M. from Manhattan School of Music in New York City. ... more

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