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Say it with Music!

by Jacqueline Novikov

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Sound the trumpet, sound the trumpet, sound the trumpet! Sound, sound, sound the trumpet till around You make the list’ning shores rebound. On the sprightly o’boy play All the instruments of joy That skillful numbers can employ, To celebrate the glories of this day.
Oh, had I Jubal’s lyre, Or Miriam’s tuneful voice! To sounds like his I would aspire, In songs like hers rejoice. My humble strains but faintly show, How much to Heav’n and thee I owe.
Music for a while Shall all your cares beguile: Wond’ring how your pains were eas’d And disdaining to be pleas’d Till Alecto free the dead From their eternal bands. Till the snakes drop from her head, And the whip from out her hands.
My love and I are parted, By fate’s relentless rigor, Which hounded out joy with cruel vigor! And I lie broken hearted, Condemned to weep and grieve all alone? Through grief all too real, My heart will be leal; True to the love I once have known! But you? Yes you? Will you remember and be forever true? Or will you seek somebody new? But no! How could I wrong you so? Blame not my heart, but blame my woe. For though you go, That you were crushed by fortune’s blow Your tears will show by ceaseless flow. Two hearts once bound by deep affection, In spite of all that fate has done, Will always beat as one! We mock at grief, We scorn dejection; The blows of fate we can despise, For none can loose or break the ties Which holds us fast and exorcise The evil power that tries To change love’s happy tender sighs To sorrow’s woeful cries! Let lovers trust in love’s protection, Then let them dry their weeping eyes; And love shall be their prize.
Come my love, my dearest treasure, How I long to hold you tight! And my heart has but one pleasure: Finding favor in your sight; Since your joy is my delight. But alack! The fondest rapture Sometimes diminishes and fades away! Though we tire of love’s sweet play, Though its bliss we can’t recapture, Should love me tasted? Yes, because should we meet, freed from passion’s sway, Not a kiss will have been wasted If we both can smile and say: Happy yesterday! Come my love... Scruples we will leave behind us; Nor shall care, however nice, From delight our hearts entice! While the flames of passion bring us, No misgivings shall remind us Of remorse, nor stern advice. Let our present joys suffice, Future woes can pay the price of paradise!
I hate music but I like to sing La, dee, da, da, dee, la, de, da, dee, But that’s not music Not what I call music, no sir Music is a lot of men and a lot of tails Making lots of noise like a lot of females Music is a lot of folks in a big dark hall Where they really don’t want to be at all With a lot of chairs and a lot of airs And a lot of furs and diamonds Music is silly I hate music but I like to sing, La, dee, da, da, dee, la, de, da, dee.
in the evening as far as the eye can see herds of black pianos up to their knees in the mire they listen to the frogs they gurgle in water with chords of rapture they are entranced by froggish, moonish spontaneity after the vacation they cause scandals in a concert hall during the artistic milking suddenly they lie down like cows looking with indifference at the white flowers of the audience at the gesticulating of the ushers
When I have sung my songs to you I’ll sing no more T’would be a sacrilege to sing at another door We’ve worked so hard to hold our dreams just you and I I could not share them all again I’d rather die With just the thought that I had loved so well so true That I could never sing again That I could never never sing again except to you!
Mama is a queen and Papa is a king So I am a princess and I know it But court etiquette is a dull dreary thing I just hate it all and I show it To sing on the stage that’s the one life for me My figure’s just like Tetrazzini I know I’d win fame if I sang in Bohéme That opera by Signor Puccini I’ve roulades and the trills That would send the cold chills Down the backs of all hearers of my vocal frills I long to be a prima donna, I long to shine upon the stage I have the embonpoint To become a queen of song And my figure would look pretty as a page I want to be a screechy peachy cantatrice Like other plump girls that I see I hate society I hate propriety Art is calling for me I’m in the elite and men sigh at my feet Still I do not fancy my position I have not much use for the men that I meet I quite burn with lyric ambition Those tenors so sweet If they made love to me I’d be a success, that I do know And Melba I’d oust if I once sang in Faust That opera so charming by Gounod Girls would be on the brink Of hysterics, I think Even strong men would have to go out for a drink I long to be a prima donna, I long to shine upon the stage With my avoirdupois And my tra la la la la I would be the chief sensation of the age I long to hear them shouting: "Viva" to the Diva Oh, very lovely that must be That’s what I’m dying for That’s what I’m sighing for Art is calling for me
Where does the time fly Simply too few hours in the day Oh, a Diva’s work is never done No relief, No time for fun Not if a Diva has to run An opera company Every small detail to supervise Every pretty face to scrutinize I plan beneath these eyes This opera company Why take on this arduous chore Sleepless nights I pace across my bedroom floor Why do I live completely for This opera company Cause it’s... Mine from the stalls To the portraits on the walls From the balconies and loges far and near It belongs all to me Every item that you see From the cellar to the crystal chandelier From the fluted marble grand facade To the elevated promenade From every toilet bowl To every leading role This place is mine I will sing I will glow I will never let it go I will hold it ever captive in my hand Like a god Like a queen I will enter any scene And control it like a kingdom I command And I pity any baritone Who attempts to tread this stage I own With no polite request He’s here at my behest Cause it’s all mine My curtain and my canopy My song My key My chart My grand romantic destiny From here my life will start I’ll be out on the stage Looking great And half my age Every chance I get I’ll get them on their feet I will burn I will scheme I will realize my dream For if I’m not in the light I’m incomplete And the best part I’m just coming to How they’ll all applaud for You know who I can’t believe I’m here And this is my career It must be seen like a torch We’ll engrave it on the porch Like an edict Like a beacon Like a sign This place is mine!
Why - do they shut me out of Heaven? Did I sing - too loud? But - I can sing a little minor, Timid as a bird. Wouldn’t the angels try me - just - once - more - Just - see - if I troubled them - But don’t - shut the door! Oh if I - were the Gentlemen in the White Robe and they - were the little Hand -- that knocked -- Could - I - forbid? Why do they shut me out of Heaven? Did I sing too loud?
Strings in the earth and the air make music sweet strings by the river where the willows meet there’s music along the river for love wanders there pale flowers on his mantle dark leaves on his hair all softly straying with head to the music bent and fingers playing upon an instrument twilight turns from amethyst to deep and deeper blue lamps light with a pale green glow the trees of the avenue the old piano plays an air sedate and slow and gay she bends upon the yellow keys her head inclines this way shy thoughts and grave wide eyes and hands that wander as they list twilight turns a darker blue with lights of amethyst.
A. Very Pleasant We’re sitting in the opera house; We’re waiting for the curtain to arise With wonders for our eyes; We’re feeling pretty gay, And well we may, "O, Jimmy, look!" I say, "The band is tuning up And soon will start to play." We whistle and we hum, Beat time with the drum. We’re sitting in the opera house; We’re waiting for the curtain to arise With wonders for our eyes, A feeling of expectancy, A certain kind of ecstasy, Expectancy and ecstasy... Shhhhh. B. Rather Sad From the street a strain on my ear doth fall, A tune as threadbare as that "old red shawl," It is tattered, it is torn, It shows signs of being worn, It’s the tune my Uncle hummed from early morn, ’Twas a common little thing and kind ’a sweet, But ’twas sad and seemed to slow up both his feet; I can see him shuffling down To the barn or to the town, A humming.
By Strauss 02:45
Away with the music of Broadway Be off with your Irving Berlin Oh I give no quarter to Kern or Cole Porter And Gershwin keeps pounding on tin How can I be civil when hearing this drivel It’s only for night-clubbin’ souses Oh give me the free ’n’ easy waltz that is Vienneasy and Go tell the band if they want a hand The waltz must be Strauss’s Ja, ja ja, give me oom-pa-pah When I want a melody Lilting through the house Then I want a melody By Strauss It laughs, it sings, the world is in rhyme Swinging to three-quarter time Let the Danube flow along And the Fledermauss Keep the wine and give me song By Strauss By Jove, by Jing, by Strauss is the thing So I say to ha-cha-cha, heraus! Just give me your oom-pa-pah, by Strauss!
I’ve written you a song A beautiful routine. (I hope you like it). My technique can’t be wrong I learned it from the screen. (I hope you like it). I studied all the rhymes that all the lovers sing; Then just for you I wrote this little thing. Blah, blah, blah, blah, moon, Blah, blah, blah, above; Blah, blah, blah, blah, croon, Blah, blah, blah, love. Tra la la la tra la la la la, merry month of May; Tra la la la tra la la la la, ’neath the clouds of gray. Blah, blah, blah, your hair Blah, blah, blah, your eyes Blah, blah, blah, blah, care, Blah, blah, blah, blah, skies. Tra la la la, tra la la la la cottage for two Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, darling, with you!
Ask me how do I feel Ask me now that we’re cozy and clinging Well sir, all I can say, is if I were a bell I’d be ringing! From the moment we kissed tonight That’s the way I’ve just gotta behave Boy, if I were a lamp I’d light And If I were a banner I’d wave! Ask me how do I feel, little me with my quiet upbringing Well sir, all I can say is if gate I’d be swinging! And if I were a watch I’d start popping my springs! Or if I were a bell I’d go ding dong, ding dong ding! Ask me how do I feel from this chemistry lesson I’m learning. Well sir, all I can say is if I were a bridge I’d be burning! Yes, I knew my morale would crack From the wonderful way that you looked! Boy, if I were a duck I’d quack! Or if I were a goose I’d be cooked! Ask me how do I feel, ask me now that we’re fondly caressing Well, if I were a salad I know I’d be splashing my dressing Ask me how to describe this whole beautiful thing Well, if I were a bell I’d go ding dong, ding dong ding!
I Got Rhythm 02:13
Days can be sunny, With never a sigh ; Don’t need what money can buy. Birds in the trees sing Their day full of song, Why shouldn’t we sing along? I’m chipper all the day, Happy with my lot. How do I get that way? Look at what I’ve got: I got rhythm I got music I got my man Who could ask for anything more? I got daisies In green pastures, I got my man Who could ask for anything more? Ol’Man Trouble, I don’t mind him. You won’t find him ’Round my door. I got starlight, I got sweet dreams, I got my man, Who could ask for anything more? Who could ask for anything more?
Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm That pitter-patters through my brain So darn persistent, the day isn’t distant When it’ll drive me insane Comes in the morning, without any warning And hangs around me all day I’ll have to sneak up to it, someday and speak up to it I hope it listens when I say Fascinatin’ rhythm, you’ve got me on the go Fascinatin’ rhythm, I’m all a-quiver What a mess you’re making, the neighbors want to know Why I’m always shaking, just like a flivver Each morning I get up with the sun Start a-hopping, never stopping To find, that night, no work has been done I know that Once it didn’t matter, but now you’re doing wrong When you start to patter, I’m so unhappy Won’t you take a day off, decide to run along Somewhere far away off, and make it snappy Oh, how I long to be the gal I used to me Fascinatin’ rhythm, oh, won’t you stop picking on me?
As a child I went wild when a band played, How I ran to the man when his hand swayed Clarinets were my pets, and a slide trombone I thought was simply divine But today when they play I could hiss them, Ev’ry bar is a jar to my system But there’s one musical instrument that I call mine I love a piano, I love a piano I love to hear somebody play Upon a piano, a grand piano It simply carries me away I know a fine way to treat a Steinway I love to run my fingers o’er the keys, the ivories And with the pedal I love to meddle Not only music from Broadway I’m so delighted if I’m invited To hear that long haired genius play So you can keep your fiddle and your bow Give me a p-i-a-n-o, oh, oh I love to stop right beside an upright Or a high toned baby grand When a green Tetrazzine starts to warble, I grow cold as an old piece of marble I allude to the crude little party singer who don’t know when to pause At her best I detest the soprano, But I run to the one at the piano I always love the accomp’niment and that’s because I love a piano...
Music is a language lovers understand Melody and romance wander hand in hand Cupid never fails assisted by a band So if you have something sweet to tell her Say it with music Beautiful music Somehow they’d rather be kissed To the strains of Chopin or Liszt A melody mellow Played on a cello Helps mister Cupid along So say it with a beautiful song Say it with music...


released April 9, 2013

Jacqueline Novikov & Evangelia Leontis (sopranos)
Sarah E. Wheeler (piano)




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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