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Vox 'n' Roll - Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Queen Cover)
Vox’n’Roll is a Rock & Pop a cappella group from Salzburg. The ensemble inspires their audience with modern arrangements, which are mostly written by themselves. Changing with the seasons, their repertoire also includes classical music and genuine Austri... moreVox’n’Roll is a Rock & Pop a cappella group from Salzburg. The ensemble inspires their audience with modern arrangements, which are mostly written by themselves. Changing with the seasons, their repertoire also includes classical music and genuine Austrian folklore (for example the “Salzburger Anglöckln”).
Vox 'n' Roll - Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Queen Cover) - Bluecouch Sessions
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InChorus
InChorus is a large, vibrant, contemporary choir of all ages, from Peebles in the Scottish Borders. This is no ordinary choir. From the start we set out to be the best at what we do and we love doing it. Our performance, our music, our sound and our spiri... moreInChorus is a large, vibrant, contemporary choir of all ages, from Peebles in the Scottish Borders. This is no ordinary choir. From the start we set out to be the best at what we do and we love doing it. Our performance, our music, our sound and our spirit are all totally unique and cherished by all our members and our local community.
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Sing Berlin! 2018 – a brand new project
We always love to think about new initiatives: in 2018 based on a vivid and good connection with local choirs meeting music will start something new in Germany’s capital in cooperation with Georg-Friedrich-Händel – Gymnasium, Berlin. In a...
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Hoc est enim corpus meum (new French version) for choir
Original Poem by Audrey Vaughan, using my French translation, with a brief Latin introduction (meaning: "for this is my body"). Set for SATB choir.
It is a meditation on the meaning of transubstantiation.
Hoc est enim corpus meum
L'éternité du monde... moreOriginal Poem by Audrey Vaughan, using my French translation, with a brief Latin introduction (meaning: "for this is my body"). Set for SATB choir.
It is a meditation on the meaning of transubstantiation.
Hoc est enim corpus meum
L'éternité du monde repose dans ma main
la peine lourde d'amour, de rédemption est un soupir dans ma main
O mon Christ Seigneur de l'infini petit pour mon confort, là dans ma main
Humilité d'amour qui repose là si bas,
Blanc, plein de confiance et soin dans ma main
Là dans ma main repose mon Dieu.
Hoc est enim corpus meum.
[English original]
Hoc est enim corpus meum
The world's eternity lies here within my hand.
The weight of pain, of love, redemption is a sigh upon my hand,
My Christ, Lord of the infinite,
small to my comfort in my hand.
Humility of Love that tender here lies low.
White, trusting, full of care within my hand.
So, in my hand lies God.
Hoc est enim corpus meum. less
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Norwich Community Choir
The only reason we have been turned down for anything was because we are too passionate and joyful!
We are a true community choir that supports each other in life and our passion for singing.
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Sonidos del Sur
Formed by four ladies from a choir that was closed. We are meeting the challenges of starting afresh. We have a superb choral director who is getting the best out of us. The is no audition: just a love of singing. We are a mixture of very experienced to ... moreFormed by four ladies from a choir that was closed. We are meeting the challenges of starting afresh. We have a superb choral director who is getting the best out of us. The is no audition: just a love of singing. We are a mixture of very experienced to none. The choir is bilingual English and Spanish with a truly international membership.
Formado por cuatro mujeres de un coro que cerró. Estamos afrontando los retos de empezar de nuevo. Tenemos un director coral magnífico que está sacando lo mejor de nosotras. No hay audición: solo amor por cantar. Somos una mezcla de personas con mucha experiencia y otras sin experiencia. El coro es bilingüe inglés y español con una membresía verdaderamente internacional. less
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Ensemble quartonal: Music, when soft voices die (Edward C. Bairstow)
Ensemble quartonal: Music, When Soft Voices Die (Music by Edward C. Bairstow, Poem by Shelly)
Das "Ensemble quartonal" wurde im Jahr 2006 von vier ehemaligen Mitgliedern der Chorknaben Uetersen gegründet. Im Mai 2010 konnte das junge Quartett beim Deut... moreEnsemble quartonal: Music, When Soft Voices Die (Music by Edward C. Bairstow, Poem by Shelly)
Das "Ensemble quartonal" wurde im Jahr 2006 von vier ehemaligen Mitgliedern der Chorknaben Uetersen gegründet. Im Mai 2010 konnte das junge Quartett beim Deutschen Chorwettbewerb den 1. Preis in der erstmals ausgeschriebenen Kategorie der klassischen Ensembles gewinnen und wurde damit über die Landesgrenzen hinaus bekannt. Diese Aufnahme stammt von einem Konzert im Lübecker Dom.
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Colloque Sentimental - Paul Verlaine - English version for three altos a cappella
Colloque Sentimental
English version by S N Solomons after the Poem by Paul Verlaine
music for three altos a cappella, composed and performed by
David W Solomons
Colloque Sentimental - (translation by S N Solomons after Paul Verlaine)
In the age-... moreColloque Sentimental
English version by S N Solomons after the Poem by Paul Verlaine
music for three altos a cappella, composed and performed by
David W Solomons
Colloque Sentimental - (translation by S N Solomons after Paul Verlaine)
In the age-old park, treading the icy grass
Two lone forms ere a while went past.
Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and moist,
Almost inaudible their voice.
In the cold lonely park, pacing the grass,
Twin lonely spectres have evoked the past.
"Dost thou recall our ecstasy of old?"
"Why would you think I should recall?"
"And at my name does thy heart pulse and grow?
And in thy dreams seest thou my soul?" "No!"
"Those lovely days of unheard bliss and free ...
We fused our lips as one!" "Ah, that might be."
"How blue the heavens and our hope how high!"
"Hope has fled vanquished to the sombre sky."
And so they wandered in the unkempt grass,
And night alone heard all the words that passed. less