Let's sing opera!

[Crazy Guggenheim]

I'm getting warmed up.

Me me me me me. La la la la la.

:popcorn: :popcorn:

[Dave Reynolds]

1. It's always "me me me me" with you opera types.

:mad:

:popcorn:

[SeattleGirl]

2. What opera would you like to do?

I'm partial to Mozart, myself.

:popcorn:

[leftstreet]

3. O solo mio

:cry:

[XemaSab]

4. O cessate di piagarme

O lasciate di morir, O lasciate di morir...

Lucin grate di spiatate, Lucin grate di spiatate,

Piu del gelo piu del marme,

Fredde sorde a me martir...

(or something)

[Dave Reynolds]

5. I brought my spear and magic helmet!

[GoddessOfGuinness]

8. Kill the wabbit

the scwewy wabbit.

[FuzzySlippers]

6. Quando m'en vo soletta per la via,

la gente sosta e mira
e la bellezza mia tutta ricerca in me
da capo a pie'...

[XemaSab]

7. Pie...

mmmmmmmmmm.

[tjwmason]

9. La donna é mobile

La donna é mobile
Qual piuma al vento,
Muto d’accento - e di pensiero.
Sempre un'amabile
Leggiadro viso,
In pianto o in riso - e menzogner.

Esempre misero
Chi a lei s’affida,
Chi le confida - mal cauto il cor!
Pur mai non sentesi
Felice appieno
Chi su quel seno - Non liba amor!

:hide:

[XemaSab]

10. Altra lucella non vuole!

:loveya:

[XemaSab]

12. I'm SERIES!

:o

[billyskank]

14. ...

:cry:

[XemaSab]

15. Now, now,

just because I told tj that he's all that and a bag of chips in Italian doesn't mean I don't like you!

:bounce:

[RevCheesehead]

11. How about some rousing Klingon opera?

Like "QeSlaH KataH" or "jil Qun".

[billyskank]

13. OMG

:loveya:


:rofl:

[XemaSab]

16. Mmmmmm......February

[Random_Australian]

17. I have a better song

though not opera: Guess where these lyrics are from (I'm listening to it now)
Oh friends, not these tones!
Let us raise our voices in more
pleasing and more joyful sounds!


O.k> it was translated not so well
But still.....

[BrotherBuzz]

18. STAN' UP AN' FIGHT (TOREADOR SONG)

STAN' UP AN' FIGHT (TOREADOR SONG)

(Carmen Jones)

Thanks a lot! I'm sure glad to be,
To be where I c'n see
So many friends o' mine.
How've I been doin'? How've I been doin'?
If you really wanta know de truth,
I'm doin' fine!
Seventeen decisions in a row,
An' only five on points; de res' was all K.O.
Jackson an' Johnson, Murphy an' Bronson,
One by one dey come,
An' one by one to dreamland dey go.
How's it done? You ask me, how's it done?
I got a trainer man who taught me all I know.
Sure feels good to have him in my corner,
Hear his voice a-whisp'rin' low:
"Big boy, remember, you mus' remember...

Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell,
Stan' toe to toe, trade blow fer blow,
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell,
Show dat crowd watcher know!
Until you hear dat bell, dat final bell,
Stan' up an' fight like hell!"

When you fight out in de open air,
In a patch o' light de ring looks small an' white.
Out in de blackness, out in de blackness,
You c'n feel a hun'erd thousan' eyes
Fillin' de night.
Cigarettes are blinkin' in de dark,
An' makin' polka dots aroun' de baseball park,
People are quiet den dere's a riot!
Someone t'rows a punch
An' plants it right smack on de mark...
Someone’s hurt, you kinda think it's you.
You hang across de ropes
Da's all you want to do.
Den you look aroun' an' see your trainer's eyes,
Beggin' you to see it through,
Dey say, "Remember, big Boy, remember

Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell,
Stan' toe to toe, trade blow fer blow,
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell,
Show dat crowd watcher know!
Until you hear dat bell, dat final bell,
Stan, up an' fight like hell!"

....


Now, that's opera I can understand!

[crispini]

19. Haaaaaaaaaaaaw.

Chhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!