#erbarme dich

[bobbole]

Andreas Scholl - Bach, Erbarme dich

[atevegter]

2875 Erbarme Dich

Soms beleef je een bijzondere avond en gisteravond is een van de meest bijzondere avonden in mijn leven. Het begint zo: al jaren ga ik met ons uitclubje naar allerlei voorstellingen in Amsterdam: cabaret, ballet, toneel, muziek, van alles. Een tijd geleden alweer komen Jos en ik de trappen af van de Stopera na een ongetwijfeld prachtige voorstelling en plotseling begint Jos te zingen, op die…

[spilladabalia]

BACH - "ERBARME DICH, MEIN GOTT" - MAGDALENA KOZENÁ - "SAINT MATTHEW PASSION"

[widevibratobitch]

yeah. i definitely dont listen to Bach nearly as often as i should. it's just... show me another singer who can sing this like Ferrier does fr

[thelostdreamsthings]

Pasolini and Bach

Bach. St. Matthew Passion. Erbarme dich mein Gott

[dakotaking]

Heiliger Gott, Heiliger Starker, Heiliger Unsterblicher, erbarme Dich unser.

[barschter000]

It's Cantata BWV 103, 1. Ihr werdet weinen und heulen. Here is a translation. Btw. 👍.

And here is more classical my brain has attached to Barok:

(Eilt, ihr angefochtnen Seelen and What power art thou are more personal picks that are connected to some headcanons and an AU of mine but this is a personal playlist and they both slap, so)

Ihr werdet weinen und heulen: Is Barok not suffering while the rest of the world is living in peace and safety? Does he not believe that his sorrow will be turned into joy (suffering for justice, Klint's ghost accompanying him as the Reaper)?

Der Tod und das Mädchen (translation): Fear of Death. A 33-year old Barok looking back on his younger self, leading him into his grim and inevitable future. (two versions because I think Barok would be a bass, and if Barok was a woman, she'd sound like Nathalie Stutzmann)

Furibondo spira il vento (literally could not find the text or a translation in a good format except in this tumblr post): Grief is like Barok's main state of being.

Sento in seno (translation): "[M]y heart, forget how to cry, as your crying does not lessen my pain"? Yeah?

Ah, mio cor, schernito sei (translation though I think the Italian doesn't 100% line up with what is sung): Barok's whole spiel is being betrayed and left in loneliness and sorrow by the people he loves. And I can imagine this very well on a stage.

O cessate di piagarmi (translation though I think the first verse has one "and you enjoy my fainting" too much): More Barok Suffering. This time with the canonical flavor of "Barok doesn't care if he dies."

Warum willst du so zornig sein? (translation): Especially the latter part. Barok Suffering once again but now he's desperate about it. Also religious guilt and feeling cursed.

Tradita, sprezzata (translation): Betrayal? Anger? Misery? Carrying a terrible burden? This checks all Barok boxes!

Ich freue mich auf meinen Tod (translation): The lyrics speak for themselves honestly.

Erbarme dich (translation): Ahhh, good ol' pleading for mercy as your heart and eyes weep.

[the-witch-of-cedar-and-bone]

All Saints' Day

Georg Trakl (1887-1914)

The little men, little women, sad creatures,

today they strew flowers blue and red

on their graves, barely lit.

They act like poor dolls in the face of Death.

O! How they seem fearful and humble here

like shadows that lurk behind the black bushes.

In the autumn wind wails the cry of the unborn,

And one sees lights bobbing wildly.

The sighing of lovers dies off into the breeze

and there rots the mother with her child.

The living dance looks unreal

and strangely scattered to the evening wind

Their life is so confused, full of dim troubles.

God take pity on the ladies Hell and Torment

and on this hopeless wailing for the dead.

Lonely wandering silent in the starry hall.

Die Männlein, Weiblein, traurige Gesellen,

Sie streuen heute Blumen blau und rot

Auf ihre Grüfte, die sich zag erhellen.

Sie tun wie arme Puppen vor dem Tod.

O! wie sie hier voll Angst und Demut scheinen,

Wie Schatten hinter schwarzen Büschen stehn.

Im Herbstwind klagt der Ungebornen Weinen,

Auch sieht man Lichter in die Irre gehn.

Das Seufzen Liebender haucht in Gezweigen

Und dort verwest die Mutter mit dem Kind.

Unwirklich scheinet der Lebendigen Reigen

Und wunderlich zerstreut im Abendwind.

Ihr Leben ist so wirr, voll trüber Plagen.

Erbarm' dich Gott der Frauen Höll' und Qual,

Und dieser hoffnungslosen Todesklagen.

Einsame wandeln still im Sternensaal.

[h-a-unted]

It's quite literally the thrill of the kill. The still of his breath as he prepares for the hunt.

Meticulous about it, he wants his game to run… A purposefully missed shot alerting it, startling it, making it move in fear. When the prey is aware of the danger… Well, it truly is time to hunt.

He runs after the game a little ways away, adjusting the sniper rifle as he lands over the rocky road. It's fine, it only makes it more fun, to feel as his fingers tremble in expectation, the possibility of failing and alerting the game further.

The shot pierces the air and grazes the skin. A shriek of pain decorates the pleasure of the event as it continues.

The poor thing runs… Blood trails left in its wake. Silly, silly thing. Dulli.

Heartbeats pounds as the hunter follows. Another shot comes and one of the legs loses strength, his prey falls.

Seconds later, he is on top of it. Bare-handed.

Inflict pain on the limbs, hear the screams, feel invigorated by it. The adrenaline increases along with the satisfacfion. Once proper suffering has been inflicted, bash the head, red paint on the floor. It gushes, it pours, and he swears he hears a plea for mercy.

Crackle, crunch, crackle, crunch. Like clockwork, a melody.

Skin rips, bone breaks, blood splatters. Air is snuffed out…Once it is almost all gone, twist the neck. And the hunt is no more.

“Target Eliminated. Did you have to be so brutal?”

Huh? That's when it clicks.

“Erba… Erbarmen... Erbarme dich...” His game had spoken. They had been pleading, all throughout. Crying. It hadn't been a hunt for meat, out of necessity. He glanced back down, heaving the agitation away.

It was a human — his human target.

Parasitical… His behavior couldn't be described as anything but that.

Felix gasps awake. Sweat falls cold along shaky skin. Sitting on the bed, with the sound of rain beating the windows, he takes a peek at trembling hands. For a second, they seem dirtied by his previous hunt. His nails are sullied and broken.

He glanced at the pouring rain, a stark contrast from the scenery he had woken from. There is no peace from waking, though. The screams are vivid inside his head… He knows them well, because it wasn't a dream, but a memory.

A memory he so desperately yearned to relive. His body stirred from the mere thought of going through it all over again.

“Animal,” he was an animal for wanting it so badly again, to this day.

His regret drowns him back to a forceful sleep.

[eternal--returned]

Johann Sebastian Bach ֍ St. Matthew Passion, BWV 244, Pt. 1: No. 1, Kommt, ihr Töchter, helft mir klagen

O Lamm Gottes unschuldig Am Stamm des Kreuzes geschlachtet Allzeit erfunden geduldig Wiewohl du warest verachtet All Sünd hast du getragen Sonst müßten wir verzagen Erbarm dich unser, o Jesu

[protoslacker]

Bach. St. Matthew Passion. Erbarme dich mein Gott

Serge Osoka

A mash-up of two very beautiful works of art.

[hapapycollectorturtle]

JS Bach: Erbarme dich ~ Matthäus-Passion / St Matthew Passion ~ Solomon’...

🎼🌹🎼

[nulfaga]

went to see the matthäuspassion and an older couple in the row in front of mine were looking intently into one another's eyes, smiling wide & teary, kissing each other's hands, leaning their heads together. during the "erbarme dich" aria. outlined by cathedral lights.

[catovyen]

Erbarme dich, mein Gott.

[aschenblumen]

Johann Sebastian Bach, Matthäus Passion, BWV 244 (47. Erbarme dich). Karl Richter, director Julia Hamari, mezzosoprano

[dakotaking]

Lordt, Jesus Christus, son von Gott, erbarme dich meiner, eine sondahr.