Lisztober 25: #6 Vision or Albatross Wagner
And now... THE RISE OF ALBATROSS WAGNER! MUHAHAHAHA! @franzliszt-official
Every good story needs a villain. And the villain's theme song to go with it. And as befits Albatros Wagner, with a lot of catchy Jim Steinman-esque bombast, MORE CHOIRS, and a few lousy puns (for our German listeners: Yes, it's actually ‘Ich picke’, not the other word that rhymes with it. Maybe I thought it was funny. It's not actually that funny, never mind!)
Musically, Vision ties in directly with Feux Follets, which I'm mentioning because no one else seems to have noticed. What no one else seems to have noticed either is that the whole Albatross story is actually an allusion to Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner...get your shit together, tumblr! ;)
Oh, Franz, you are an old fool,
And now I'll tie your stones around me.
Your incense stinks of vanity,
Your cross was never that wide!
We both rise
Not above the music???
And you really thought
That it would stay that way?
I am Albatross Wagner,
I will soon rule the world!
I'll peck your daughter,
now give me your money!
For art is for the gods,
and I am their prophet!
I am Albatross Wagner –
For you it's
too late! Too late! Too late!
The kings hated me,
Lisztling took my splendour and light,
I fled to Zurich, poor and misunderstood,
but here I am again, am I not... brilliant?
For these stones bestow power,
sound becomes creation, chaos and night,
whoever possesses them can rule the heavens –
and think from the keys!
I am Albatross Wagner,
I will soon rule the world!
I'll peck your daughter,
give me your money now!
For art is for the gods,
and I am their prophet!
I am Albatross Wagner –
For you it's
too late! Too late! Too late!
Then no one will hear properly anymore!
(‘Only German, only Wagner, only destruction!’)
Then there will be no bread, no wine, no money –
(‘Only the best Saumagen in the world!’)
I am Albatross Wagner,
I will soon rule the world!
I will peck your daughter,
give me your money now!
For art is for the gods,
and I am their prophet!
I am Albatross Wagner –
It's too late for you!
Too late! Too late!
I stuff the sky into my magic horn,
blow lightning and storm into my wrath,
I am the sound that never fades, hoo-hoo!
and no one, no one can resist!
Now I take the stone of vision,
caw, caw, connect it to the Tristan tone,
when minor and major attack each other,
so that even the last ones understand:
I am Albatross Wagner,
I will soon rule the world!
I will peck your daughter,
give me your money now!
For art is for the gods,
and I am their prophet!
I am Albatross Wagner –
For you it is
too late! Too late! Too late!
For art is no longer a virtue,
it burns, it screams, it strikes, it consumes!
It does not listen to Mendelssohn, who is completely useless!
I am Albatross Wagner –
too late! Too late! Too late!
I am Albatross Wagner,
I will soon rule the world!
I will peck your daughter,
give me your money now!
For art is for the gods,
and I am their prophet!
I am Albatross Wagner –
It is
too late for you! Too late! Too late!
Then harmony and duty will end,
only sound and Siegfried's light will remain,
no more amen, no more gloria –
only Tristan, sauerkraut, yes, yes! Germania!
I am the composer of damnation!
And the applause...
belongs only to me!
I am Albatross Wagner,
I will soon rule the world!
I'll peck your daughter,
give me your money now!
For art is for the gods,
and I am their prophet!
I am Albatross Wagner –
It's too late for you!
Too late! Too late!
Liszt... your light is extinguished.
The Etude Stones now belong to... ME.
AND NOW GIVE ME MONEY!!!!!!