Baba the Turk’s Aria Игорь Стравинский (Igor Stravinsky)
"Baba the Turk’s Aria" from Igor Stravinsky's *The Rake's Progress* (1951) is an opera (#Opera) that explores themes of desire, manipulation, and the supernatural. The aria showcases unique musical elements like dissonance and rhythmic complexity. It highlights the character's seductive power and has influenced modern interpretations of opera.
[BABA]
As I was saying, both brothers wore moustaches
But Sir John was taller, they gave me the musical glasses
That was in Vienna, no, it must have been Milan
Because of the donkeys. Vienna was the Chinese fan
Or was it the bottle of water from the River Jordan?
I'm certain at least it was Vienna and Lord Gordon
I get so confused about all my travels
The snuffboxes came from Paris, and the fulminous gravels
From a cardinal who admired me vastly in Rome
You're not eating, my love. Count Moldau gave me the gnome
And Prince Obolowsky the little statues of the twelve apostles
Which I like best of all my treasures except my fossils
Which reminds me I must tell Bridget never to touch the mummies
I'll dust them myself, she can do the waxwork dummies
Of course, I like my birds, too, especially my great auk
But the moths will get in them. My love, what's the matter? Why don't you talk?
What's the matter? Speak to me!
Come, sweet, come
Why so glum?
Smile at Baba who
Loving smiles at you
Do not frown
Husband, dear
As I was saying, both brothers wore moustaches
But Sir John was taller, they gave me the musical glasses
That was in Vienna, no, it must have been Milan
Because of the donkeys. Vienna was the Chinese fan
Or was it the bottle of water from the River Jordan?
I'm certain at least it was Vienna and Lord Gordon
I get so confused about all my travels
The snuffboxes came from Paris, and the fulminous gravels
From a cardinal who admired me vastly in Rome
You're not eating, my love. Count Moldau gave me the gnome
And Prince Obolowsky the little statues of the twelve apostles
Which I like best of all my treasures except my fossils
Which reminds me I must tell Bridget never to touch the mummies
I'll dust them myself, she can do the waxwork dummies
Of course, I like my birds, too, especially my great auk
But the moths will get in them. My love, what's the matter? Why don't you talk?
What's the matter? Speak to me!
Come, sweet, come
Why so glum?
Smile at Baba who
Loving smiles at you
Do not frown
Husband, dear
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