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O fortune, like the moon changing state always waxing or waning detestable life Sorry, I can't remember the rest.
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O Fortune, like the moon you are changeable, ever waxing and waning; hateful life first oppresses and then soothes as fancy takes it; poverty and power it melts them like ice. Fate - monstrous and empty, you whirling wheel, you are malevolent, well-being is vain and always fades to nothing, shadowed and veiled you plague me too; now through the game I bring my bare back to your villainy. Fate is against me in health and virtue, driven on and weighted down, always enslaved. So at this hour without delay pluck the vibrating strings; since Fate strikes down the string man, everyone weep with me! .
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Unpopular_opinion about this piece's vocal part, maybe, but it doesn't do justice to the words. If you're putting music to a poem about how fortune is changeable and arbitrary, why would you make bar after bar plod along with such a boring, predictable tune and rhythm? with only tiny bits of alternation to keep the singers awake? Maybe that's the joke. An example of a trick Fortune will play on you. See, the first few bars make you think it'll actually be interesting ,and then the proverbial rug is pulled from under your feet, landing you straight into da da, da da...da da, da da...da da, da da, DA da daaaa... (See my answer to red_blanks_for_february for some slight context; basically this is my millionth time hearing this piece but my first time singing it in a choir.)
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what's it to you?
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