Opera Madame- I’ve decided that everything I’m wearing today is Turkish!
(After hearing Eine Kleine Nachtmusik played on the piano)
-Why, that’s charming! I didn’t know you wrote that.
-I didn’t. That was Mozart.
-Emeram.
-No! No more.
-No wait just one more. Please. Emeram.
-Emeram. Marry me.
-Sah Im sick
-Yes, you are very sick.
-No! Say it backwords, shitwit!
-ok sick, kiss. Im, my. Sah… Kiss my ass!
-Tish Im tea
-what?
-Tish Im tea
-tea, eat. Im my. Tish… Eat my shit!
1) Your work is ingenius. It’s quality work. And there are simply too many notes, that’s all. Just cut a few and it will be perfect. 2) Which few did you have in mind, Majesty?
1)Come. Let’s begin.
2)We ended in F major.
1) Yes.
2) So, now. A minor. (pause – thinking) A minor.
1) Yes. Confutatis. A minor. (prompting)
2) Start with the voices, basses first. Second beat of the first measure.
1) Time? Time?
2) Common time. Second beat of the first measure … on A. ‘Con-fu-ta-tis!’ Second measure, second beat. ‘Mal-e-dic-tis!’ You see?
1) Yes, yes. G sharp?
2) Of course.Second beat of the third measure on E. ‘fla-mmis a-cri-bus…’ Do you have me!?
1) I think so.
2) SHOW ME!
SPLOOGE
A fire which never dies, burns you forever.
A symphony of death! and his… little coffin.
A young man trying to impress beyond his abilities. Too much spice.
Too many notes.
Actually the man had no ear at all. But what did it matter? He adored my music.
Amadeus:…It’s a wonderful show. Full of many proper German values. Salieri: And what would these values be? Being a foreigner I would love to know.
And that… obscene giggle.
At that moment I knew. He had her. The creature had my darling girl.
At that moment,I knew,beyond any doubt:he’d had her.The creature had had my darling girl!
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But why?!Why woul God choose an obscene child to be his his instrument?!
constanze’s boobies are nice
Did he say 100?
Didn’t I do it?
E: That’s it. Too many notes. Just omit a few, and it’ll be perfect. M: Which few did you have in mind, majesty?
Everybody liked me. I like myself.
Extraordinary! On the page it looked nothing. The beginning simple, almost comic. Just a pulse – bassoons and basset horns – like a rusty squeezebox. Then suddenly – high above it – an oboe, a single note, hanging there unwavering, till a clarinet took over and sweetened it into a phrase of such delight! This was no composition by a performing monkey! This was a music I’d never heard. Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing, it had me trembling. It seemed to me that I was hearing the voice of God.
For God’s sake,son!If you have something to confess,do it now!Give yourself some peace!
From now on we are enemies, you and I. Because you choose for your instrument of boastfull, lustfull, infentile boy and give me for reward the ability to recognize the incarnation. Because you are unjust, unfair, unkind, I will block you, I swear it. I will hinder and harm your creature on earth as far as I am able. I will ruin, your incarnation!
From now on we are enemies, you and I. Because you choose for your instrument a boastful, lustful, smutty, infantile boy and give me only the ability to recognize the incarnation. Because you are unjust, unfair, unkind I will block you, I swear it. I will hinder and harm your creature on Earth as far as I am able. I will ruin your incarnation.
Herr Salieri?Herr Salieri?Leave me alone!I cannot leave alone a soul in pain!Do you know who I am?That makes no difference!All men are equal in God’s eyes.Are they?
I admit I was jealous when I heard the tales they told me about him, not of the brilliant, little prodigy, but of his father who had taught him everything…my father did not care for music.
I can’t remember when I didn’t know his name. I was still playing childish games when he was playing music for kings and emperors, even the Pope in Rome.
I cannot live alone a sooul in pain…
I prayed every night. and then… (Salieri’s father chokes and dies) a miracle!
I told her not to marry you!You selfish thing…
I was really beginning to hate that little man.
I was staring through the cage of those meticulous strokes
Is it… modern?
Mediocrities everywhere. I absolve you. I absolve you. I absolve you. I absolve you. I absolve you all.
Mozart,forgive me!Forgive your assasin!I confess.I’ve killed you!
My dear, it will hardly enhance your reputation to be celebrated throughout Vienna as a singing prostitute for a Turk.
News travels fast in Vienna.
Oh,Mozart!Why?Why what,sir?Why do I have to humiliated in front of my guests by own of my servants?The more license I allow I allow you,the more you take!If your Majesty is not satistfied with me,can dismiss me!I want to return immediately to Salzburg!No,your Majesty!I mean,with all respect,I would prefer you’d dismiss me!It’s obviuous I don’t satisfy!I have no intention to dismiss you!You will remain in my service and learn your place!
On the page it looked quite simple
One hears such sounds and what can one say but…Salieri.
Only talent interests women of taste.
People so lofty they sound as though they shit marble!
Salzburg? We were just talking about Salzburg.
Seniore Sallieri,open the door,be good now!Signore Sallieri,we’ve got something special for you!Something you are going to love…Signore,if you don’t open this door,we’re gonna eat everything and you’re not gonna let you anything for you!All right,Signore,that’s enough!Open the door!
SPAHGETTI-O’S!!!!!!!!!
That was Mozart!That giggling dirty mind creature I’d just seen crawling on the floor.
The only thing that worried me was the actual killing. How does one do that? Hmmm? How does one kill a man? It’s one thing to dream about it; very different when, when you, when you have to do it with your own hands.
There it ’tis.
Thjs man had written his first concerto at age 4. His first symphony at 7. And a full-scale opera at 12.
uoyevolitub!
Well, there it is.
While my father prayed enerstly to God..to protect commerce…I would offer up..secretly..the proudest prayer a boy could think of.”Lord,make me a great composer.Let my celebrate your glory trough music…and be celebrated myself.Make me famous through the world,dear God.Make me immortal.After I die…let people speak my name forever with love for what I wrote.In return…I will give you my chastity…my industry…my deepest humility,every hour of my life.Amen.
Why on Earth won’t you finish it?Why?Hahahaha..because it’s killing me
You are not telling me that you live in poverty?!!No,but I’m broke!
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