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Songs for Shakespeare

by Maria João | OGRE electric

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1.
If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose unear’d womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime: So thou through windows of thine age shall see Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time. But if thou live, remember’d not to be, Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
2.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold: That is, the madman. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! Sambinha para Willian music: João Farinha text: Maria João Carolina carolice Calorias demais Encalorada Carolina Muitos quilos a mais Seu William que é poeta Bem magrinho peso pluma Apaixonado pela nega Procurando sua espuma Amando muito a matulona Se aninhando nela E o seu vizinho um tal Romeu Entregador de pizza fast E se acabava todo dia pela sua Julieta Que coisa linda os dois casais Muito close muito hot Troca troca entre si Mas que saudável fusuê Viva Juli Viva Willy Viva Romeu Viva Carol Vivao Amor Vivao Amor Deixa eu pôr-te a mão Nalguns sítios noutros não Abra bem seu coração Viva o amor Viva Carol Seu William
3.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste. Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste. And therefore is Love said to be a child Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
4.
Romeo 08:04
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love And I’ll no longer be a Capulet. ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot Nor arm nor face nor any other part Belonging to a man. O be some other name. What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love And I'll no longer be a Capulet. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's a Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, Nor arm nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title Romeo doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
5.
Willow 06:47
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow. Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow. The fresh streams ran by her, and murmured her moans, Sing willow, willow, willow. Her salt tears fell from her, and softened the stones Sing willow, willow, willow— Lay by these— Willow, willow— Prithee, hie thee, he’ll come anon— Sing all a green willow must be my garland. Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve
6.
“The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.”
7.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, One foot in sea, and one on shore, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey nonny, nonny. Sing no more ditties, sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy. The fraud of men was ever so The fraud of men was ever so The fraud of men was ever so Since summer first was leafy. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey, nonny, nonny.
8.
The Tempest 04:40
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloudcapp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

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"Songs for Shakespeare" consists of original musical and performative material where the starting point are Shakespeare's words, taken from several sources and with no apparent connection between them. By glueing these pieces together in a patchwork, a new narrative is created that extends the Shakespearean universe from end to end.

Imagined by Maria João and João Farinha, partners for more than 10 years in the jazz/electronic project OGRE, the idea arises to increase this basic formation of electric pianos, synthesizers, electronics and drums to include a chamber ensemble that through the hands of the composer and orchestrator Sara Ross will give a palette of colours not possible until now, vitalizing this Shakespearean universe with a modern twist.

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released July 29, 2022

Production and Music Production: João Farinha
Ensemble recordings: Suse Ribeiro @ Estúdio Vale de Lobos
Vocal and instrumental recordings: João Farinha @ Aurora Studios, Lisboa
Drum recordings: Silvan Strauss @ Zwischengeschoss, Hamburg
Recording Production: Süse Ribeiro
Mixing: Süse Ribeiro & Nelson Carvalho
Mastering: Nelson Carvalho
Photography: All pictures by Alexandre Cabrita except Silvan Strauss by Steven Haberland
Makeup artist: Zakahia
CD Artwork Design / Photo Retouch: Jonas Grancha

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Maria João | OGRE electric Lisboa, Portugal

OGRE is a project that mixes jazz, electronic music and other sounds.

The band is headed by internationally acclaimed singer Maria João and includes João Farinha on fender rhodes and synthesizers, pianist Júlio Resende, drummer Joel Silva and Andre Nascimento on electronics. ... more

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