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What​’​s in a Name

by Jacqueline Novikov

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Mi Chiamoano Mimi (free) 05:09
Sì. Mi chiamano Mimì, ma il mio nome è Lucia. La storia mia è breve. A tela o a seta ricamo in casa e fuori … Son tranquilla e lieta ed è mio svago far gigli e rose. Mi piaccion quelle cose che han si dolce malia, che parlano d’amor, di primavere, che parlano di sogni e di chimere, quelle cose che han nome poesia… Lei m’intende? Mi chiamano Mimì, il perchè non so. Sola, mi fo il pranzo da me stessa. Non vado sempre a messa, ma prego assai il Signore. Vivo sola, soletta là in una bianca cameretta: guardo sui tetti e in cielo; ma quando vien lo sgelo il primo sole è mio il primo bacio dell’aprile è mio! il primo sole è mio! Germoglia in un vaso una rosa… Foglia a foglia la spiol Cosi gentile il profumo d’un fiore! Ma i fior chlio faccio, ahimè! i fior chlio faccio, ahimè! non hanno odore. Altro di me non le saprei narrare. Sono la sua vicina che la vien fuori d’ora a importunate.
Quando m'en vo, Quando m'en vo soletta per la via, La gente sosta e mira. E la bellezza mia tutta ricerca in me, Ricerca in me da capo a pie'. Ed assaporo allor la bramosia sottil, Che da gl'occhi traspira. E dai palesi vezzi intender sa Alle occulte belta'. Cosi' l'effluvio del desio Tutta m'aggira. Felice mi fa! E tu che sai, Che memori e ti struggi, Da me tanto rifuggi? So ben: le angoscie tue non le vuoi dir, Non le vuoi dir, So ben ma ti senti morir!
Barbara Allen (free) 03:35
Twas in the merry month of May When green bud sall were swelling Sweet William on his deathbed lay For the love of Barbara Allen Slowly slowly she got up And slowly she drew nigh him And the only words to him did say Young man I think you're dying When he was dead and laid in grave She heard the death bell knelling And every stroke to her did say Hardhearted Barbara Allen Oh father go and dig my grave Make it both long and narrow Sweet William died on yesterday And I will die tomorrow Barbara was buried in the old churchyard Sweet William was buried beside her Out of Sweet William's heart there grew a rose Out of Barbara Allen's a briar They grew and grew in the old churchyard Till they could grow no higher In the end they formed an true lover's knot And the rose grew round the briar
Bessie Bobtail (free) 02:52
As down the road she wambled slow, She had not got a place to go: She had not got a place to fall And rest herself - no place at all! She stumped along, and wagged her pate; And said a thing was deperate. Her face was screwed and wrinkled tight Just like a nut - and, left and right, On either side, she wagged her head And said a thing; and what she said Was desperate as any word That ever yet a person heard. I walked behind her for a while, And watched the people nudge and smile: But ever, as she went, she said, As left and right she swung her head, "O God He knows: And, God He knows! And, surely God Almighty knows!"
Danny Boy (free) 03:09
Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side, The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow, And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow, Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so! But when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying, If I am dead, as dead I well may be, Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say an Ave there for me; And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
Pierrot (free) 01:39
Le bon Pierrot, que la foule contemple, Ayant fini les noces d'Arlequin, Suit en songeant le boulevard du Temple. Une fillette au souple casaquin En vain l'agace de son oeil coquin; Et cependant mystérieuse et lisse Faisant de lui sa plus chère délice, La blanche lune aux cornes de taureau Jette un regard de son oeil en coulisse À son ami Jean Gaspard Deburau.
Fantoche (free) 01:27
Scaramouche et Pulcinella, Qu'un mauvais dessein rassembla, Gesticulent noirs sous la lune, Cependant l'excellent docteur Bolonais Cueille avec lenteur des simples Parmi l'herbe brune. Lors sa fille, piquant minois, Sous la charmille, en tapinois, Se glisse demi-nue, En quête de son beau pirate espagnol, Dont un langoureux rossignol Clame la détresse à tue-tête.
Pantomime (free) 02:21
Pierrot, qui n'a rien d'un Clitandre, Vide un flacon sans plus attendre, Et, pratique, entame un pâté. Cassandre, au fond de l'avenue, Verse une larme méconnue Sur son neveu déshérité. Ce faquin d'Arlequin combine L'enlèvement de Colombine Et pirouette quatre fois. Colombine rêve, surprise De sentir un cœur dans la brise Et d'entendre en son cœur des voix.
Erzeugt von heißer Phantasie, In einer schwärmerischen Stunde Zur Welt gebrachte, geht zu Grunde, Ihr Kinder der Melancholie! Ihr danket Flammen euer Sein, Ich geb' euch nun den Flammen wieder, Und all' die schwärmerischen Lieder, Denn ach!er sang nicht mir allein. Ihr brennet nun, und bald, ihr Lieben, Ist keine Spur von euch mehr hier. Doch ach! der Mann, der euch geschrieben, Brennt lange noch vielleicht in mir.
Abend ist's, die Sonne ist verschwunden, Und der Mond strahlt Silberglanz; So entfliehn des Lebens schönste Stunden, Fliehn vorüber wie im Tanz. Bald entflieht des Lebens bunte Szene, Und der Vorhang rollt herab; Aus ist unser Spiel, des Freundes Träne Fließet schon auf unser Grab. Bald vielleicht mir weht, wie Westwind leise, Eine stille Ahnung zu, Schließ ich dieses Lebens Pilgerreise, Fliege in das Land der Ruh. Werdet ihr dann an meinem Grabe weinen, Trauernd meine Asche sehn, Dann, o Freunde, will ich euch erscheinen Und will himmelauf euch wehn. Schenk auch du ein Tränchen mir und pflücke Mir ein Veilchen auf mein Grab, Und mit deinem seelenvollen Blicke Sieh dann sanft auf mich herab. Weih mir eine Träne, und ach! schäme dich nur nicht, sie mir zu weihn; Oh, sie wird in meinem Diademe Dann die schönste Perle sein!
Juliette’s Waltz (free) 03:45
Je veux vivre Dans ce rêve qui m’enivre Ce jour encore! Douce flame, je te garde dans mon âme Comme un trésor! Cette ivresse de jeunesse ne dure hélas qu’un jour! Puis vient l’heure Où l’on pleure, Le coeur cède à l’amour Et le bonheur fuit sans retour! Loins de l’hiver morose, Laisse-moi sommeiller, Et respirer la rose Avant de l’effeuiller.
Monica’s Waltz (free) 05:21
Bravo! And after the theatre, supper and dance. Music! Ooom pah pah, oom pah pah... Up in the sky, someone is playing a trombone and a guitar. Red is your tie, and in your velveteen coat, you hide a star. Monica, Monica, dance the waltz Monica, Monica, dance the waltz Follow me, moon and sun Keep time with me, one two three one. If you're not shy, pin up my hair with your star and buckle my shoe. And when you fly, please hold on tight to my waist I'm flying with you, oh... Monica, Monica, dance the waltz Monica, Monica, dance the waltz Follow me, moon and sun Follow me, follow follow me Follow me, follow follow me. What is the matter, Toby? What is it you want to tell me? Kneel down before me. And now tell me... Monica monica, can't you see that my heart is bleeding, bleeding for you? I loved you Monica all my life with all my breath, with all my blood. You haunt the mirror of my sleep, you are my night. You are my light and the jailer of my day. How dare you scoundrel talk to me like that! Don't you know who I am? I'm the queen of Aroundel! I shall have you put in chains! You are my princess, you are my queen and I'm only Toby, one of your slaves. And still I love you and always loved you with all my breath, with all my blood! I love your laughter, I love your hair. I love your deep and nocturnal eyes. I love your soft hands, so white and winged. I love the slender branch of your throat. Toby! Don't speak to me like that... You make my head swim. Monica, Monica, fold me in your satin gown. Monica, Monica, give me your mouth Monica, Monica, fall in my arms! Why, Toby... You're not crying, are you? Toby, I want you to know... that you have the most beautiful voice... in the world.
Gretchen’s Bitte (free) 04:01
Ach neige, Du Schmerzenreiche, Dein Antlitz gnädig meiner Not! Das Schwert im Herzen, Mit tausend Schmerzen Blickst auf zu deines Sohnes Tod. Zum Vater blickst du, Und Seufzer schickst du Hinauf um sein' und deine Not. Wer fühlet, Wie wühlet Der Schmerz mir im Gebein? Was mein armes Herz hier banget, Was es zittert, was verlanget, Weißt nur du, nur du allein! Wohin ich immer gehe Wie weh, wie weh, wie wehe Wird mir im Busen hier! Ich bin, ach, kaum alleine, Ich wein', ich wein', ich weine, Das Herz zerbricht in mir.
Lied der Mignon (free) 03:29
Nur wer die Sehnsucht kennt Weiß, was ich leide! Allein und abgetrennt Von aller Freude, Seh ich ans Firmament Nach jener Seite. Ach! der mich liebt und kennt, Ist in der Weite. Es schwindelt mir, es brennt mein Eingeweide. Nur wer die Sehnsucht kennt Weiß, was ich leide!
Gretchen Am Spinnrade (free) 03:53
Meine Ruh' ist hin, Mein Herz ist schwer, Ich finde sie nimmer Und nimmermehr. Wo ich ihn nicht hab Ist mir das Grab, Die ganze Welt Ist mir vergällt. Mein armer Kopf Ist mir verrückt, Mein armer Sinn Ist mir zerstückt. Nach ihm nur schau ich Zum Fenster hinaus, Nach ihm nur geh ich Aus dem Haus. Sein hoher Gang, Sein' edle Gestalt, Seine Mundes Lächeln, Seiner Augen Gewalt, Und seiner Rede Zauberfluß, Sein Händedruck, Und ach, sein Kuß! Mein Busen drängt sich Nach ihm hin. Ach dürft ich fassen Und halten ihn, Und küssen ihn, So wie ich wollt, An seinen Küssen Vergehen sollt!
Mister Snow (free) 03:59
His name is Mister Snow And an upstandin' man is he He comes home ev'ry night in his round-bottomed boat With a net full of herring from the sea An almost perfect beau As refined as a girl could wish But he spends so much time in his round-bottomed boat That he can't seem to lose the smell of fish The fust time he kissed me, the whiff from his clo'es Knocked me flat on the floor of the room But now that I love him, my heart's in my nose And fish is my fav'rite perfume Last night he spoke quite low And a fair-spoken man is he And he said, "Miss Pipperidge, I'd like it fine If I could be wed with a wife And, indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you'll be mine I'll be yours fer the rest of my life" Next moment we were promised And now my mind's in a maze Fer all I ken do is look forward to That wonderful day of days... When I marry Mister Snow The flowers'll be buzzin' with the hum of bees The birds'll make racket in the churchyard trees When I marry Mister Snow Then it's off to home we'll go And both of us'll look a little dreamy-eyed A drivin' to a cottage by the oceanside Where the salty breezes blow He'll carry me 'cross the threshold And I'll be as meek as a lamb Then he'll set me on my feet And I'll say kinda sweet, "Well, Mister Snow, here I am!" Then I'll kiss him so he'll know That evry'thin'll be as right as right ken be A-livin' in a cottage by the sea with me For I love that Mister Snow That young seafarin', Bold and darin', Big bewhiskered, overbearin' Darling, Mister Snow!
Bill (free) 03:17
I used to dream that I would discover The perfect lover some day. I knew I'd recognize him If ever he came ‘round my way. I always used to fancy then He'd be one of the godlike kind of men With a giant brain and a noble head Like the heroes bold in the books I read But along came Bill, who's not the type at all You'd pass him on the street and never notice him; His form and face, his manly grace Are not the kind that you would find in a statue. And I can't explain, It's surely not his brain that makes me thrill. I love him because he's wonderful Because he's just my Bill. He can't play golf, or tennis, or polo, Or sing a solo, or row. He isn't half as handsome As dozens of men that I know. He isn't tall and straight and slim, And he dresses far worse than Ted or Jim; Oh, I can't explain why he should be Just the one, one man in the world for me; He's just my Bill, an ordinary guy, He hasn't got a thing that I can brag about. And yet to be upon his knee So comfy and roomy feels natural to me. And I can't explain, It's surely not his brain that makes me thrill. I love him because he's - I don't know, Because he's just my Bill.
Second Hand Rose (free) 02:49
Father has a business strictly second hand Everything from toothpicks to a baby grand Stuff in our apartment came from father's store Even things I'm wearing someone wore before It's no wonder that I feel abused I never get a thing that ain't been used I’m wearing second hand hats Second hand clothes That’s why they call me Second hand Rose Even our piano in the parlor Father bought for ten cents on the dollar Second hand curls I'm wearing second hand pearls I never get a single thing that's new Even Jake the Plummer, he's the man I adore Had the nerve to tell me he's been married before! Everyone knows that I'm just Second hand Rose From Second avenue I'm wearing second hand shoes Second hand hose All the girls hand me their second hand beaus Even my pajamas when I don ‘em Got somebody else’s ‘nitials on ‘em Second hand rings I'm sick of second hand things I never get what other girlies do Once when strolling through the Ritz a girl got my goat She nudged her friend And said "Oh look there my old fur coat" Everyone knows that I'm just Second hand Rose From Second Avenue From Second Avenue!
Have you met Miss Jones Someone said as we shook hands She was just Miss Jones to me Then I said Miss Jones You're a girl who understands I'm a man who must be free. And all at once I lost my breath And all at once was scared to death And all at once I own the earth and sky Now I met Miss Jones And well keep on meeting till we die Miss Jones and I And all at once I lost my breath And all at once was scared to death And all at once I own the earth and sky Now I met Miss Jones And well keep on meeting till we die Miss Jones and I
I’m Still Hurting (free) 04:33
Jamie is over and Jamie is gone Jamie's decided it's time to move on Jamie has new dreams he's building upon And I'm still hurting Jamie arrived at the end of the line Jamie's convinced that the problems are mine Jamie is probably feeling just fine And I'm still hurting What about lies, Jamie? What about things That you swore to be true What about you, Jamie What about you Jamie is sure something wonderful died Jamie decides it's his right to decide Jamie's got secrets he doesn't confide And I'm still hurting Go and hide and run away Run away, run and find something better Go and ride the sun away Run away like it's simple Like it's right... Give me a day, Jamie Bring back the lies Hang them back on the wall Maybe I'd see How you could be So certain that we Had no chance at all Jamie is over and where can I turn? Covered with scars I did nothing to earn Maybe there's somewhere a lesson to learn But that wouldn't change the fact That wouldn't speed the time Once the foundation's cracked And I'm Still Hurting
Already, shades of night the distant fields enfold From yonder tower the last bright shafts of day have faded The running brook reflects one gleam of sunset gold Now day departs by gloom invaded. How silent lies the garden wrapped as in a drean While far away beneath the ranks of weeping willows My ear can catch the whispered secret of the stream Sung low by tiny crystal billows. How sweet to breathe the warm and perfume laded breeze How clear and musical the whisper of the river How softly moves the wind among the slumbering trees The weeping willows wake and shiver.


Dedicated in memory of Stephen Book


released May 1, 2012

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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