Brett Leighton is an Australian-born organist and harpsichordist who has lived in Europe for more than 30 years.[citation needed] and is currently Professor of Organ and Harpsichord at the Anton Bruckner Privatuniversität in Linz, Austria. He is featured on four CD releases including Orgel Landschaft Ober-Österreich II (1998), Brett Leighton an der West-Orgel in Taufkirchen/Pram (1998) Music for Organ and Zink (2005) and The World's Oldest Organ and he is a judge for the 2007 Paul Hofhaimer Prize of Austria.
He was 1977 Student of the Year at the NSW State Conservatorium of Music in Sydney, where his teacher was David Rumsey.[citation needed] Further organ studies took him to Anton Heiller and Michael Radulescu in Vienna (Wiener Musikhochschule, 1981), and harpsichord with Jean-Claude Zehnder in Basel and Ton Koopman in Amsterdam. His many prizes and awards include the prestigious Paul Hofhaimer Prize of the City of Innsbruck in 1979. Since then, Brett Leighton has been an active recitalist in Europe, Japan, Australia, Mexico and the US. His repertoire spans almost all styles with an emphasis on historically researched performance practice. In addition, Leighton has played numerous first performances of contemporary organ works. He has broadcast and recorded CDs as soloist and in ensemble in Europe and Australia. In addition to teaching, Leighton is a regular performer at many European festivals and summer courses and has acted as consultant for the construction of new organs, especially in Austria.
Paragraph 78: The Die is Cast.
Doctor on station: [Doctor and lab girl working in the lab] Number of receptors?::[looks away from his device]::Doctor on station: Do you know what a virus is?::Lab girl: 315. A virus?::Doctor on station: Yes, a virus.::[looks into the tubes again]::Doctor on station: Degree 25.::Lab girl: It's a form of life?::Doctor on station: No.::Lab girl: What is it then?::Doctor on station: It's a form of death.::Lab girl: What an evil joke.
Lyuba: I hate injections!::Spam: Who likes them?::Doktor: It's rather an inoculation, like what you had at school.::Lyuba: I hate doctors too!::Spam: No one likes them either.
Lyuba: I'm from Lyubertsy, that's why I'm Lyuba.
Doktor: Don't let him approach you!
[last lines]::Gudvin: Welcome!
Gudvin: So, ready?::Festival: I was ready until you asked!
Doktor: Doctors are afraid of pain... too.
Festival: You said you couldn't aim at an old friend.::Gudvin: I'll close my eyes.
Gudvin: Marriage is what men pay for sex and sex is what women pay for marriage, although getting married for sex is like buying an apiary for a spoon of honey. Agree?
[last lines]::Skif: Will you be with me?::Lisa: Such simple words. Couldn't you have said them before?::Skif: Will you be with me?::Lisa: Can you see anyone else around?
Skif: You're such a bastard. Bastard.::Gudvin: Did you think I was a teddy bear?
Welcome to the festival,
Full of decadence and sins.
I tell you all, it's incredible,
You're all invited in...
We begin with this collection,
Just look at this display.
The lunatics, the sycophant's,
What a colorful parade.
Oh festival
Oh festival
There's many strange exhibits,
For all to hear and see.
Tortured souls, corrupted worlds,
A feast fit for a king.
Make you way around the grounds,
See all the twisted freaks.
A total rush of insanity,
Now rises to it's peak.
Oh festival
Oh festival
(Guitarsolo)
The climax of the show you see,
Meant to cause you agony.
Confusion, disillusion... and despair.
Spirits flow, blood will spill,
The silence right before the kill.
All apart of this evil open-air.
Oh festival
Oh festival
Yeah festival
Festival varje dag
Festival varenda dag gör mig glad
Tågen går varje år
Tågen går varenda år i samma spår
Sköna [...], veckoslut
Du kan sova på min arm tills det blir ljust
Allting lunkar på
det känns mycket mer än du och jag har lust att mäkta med
Eftermiddagen går
och vi har långt, långt kvar innan natten rullar in
Imorgon då blir det regn
Då får man aja baja imse vimse spö för man är inne
Imorse var det kallt
Apri un Varco,di luce,sui mie ochi
Risvegliami
Batte il tempo,piu forte
M'entra dentro
Ti sento qui
Questo Mondo profondo
Mi travolge,abbracciami
E'un Amore diverso
E ogni cosa mi piace cosi
Nooooo ho!Ora non fermarmi più
Se vuoi ballare vieni su
Festival,io sento questa musica,che ci prende l'anima
Festival,sei tu la mia felicita
La mia Notte magica
Voglio farti felice
Voglio amarti per come sei
Questo e un Ritmo,che cresce
Del mio tempo,tu sei il leader
Come un fuoco,che brucia,nel mio cuore
E la vita mia
Alza a tutto volume
Scaccia questa malinconia
Nooooo oh!Ora non ti aspetto piu
Se vuoi ballare salta su
Ref.
Music.
Ref(x2)
Give me life, oh, give me love
It?s all I need, it?s all I ask
I?ll give you life, I?ll give you love
That?s what I need to feel like this
Love was meant to be what you have been to me
Not just a runnin? free
What am I gonna do to make my dreams come true
You?re all I need, I feel
Give me life, oh, give me love
It?s all I need, it?s all I ask
I?ll give you life, I?ll give you love
That?s what I need to feel like this
"Take care daughter dear
Don't dream on many gallant men tonight
Take care daughter dear
For a doctor comes to steal your books in the dead of night"
Every ?sign? in here
So wear your relic near
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight
"Oh, father dear
I dreamed last night a man sat on my bed
And I fear
When I awoke I could not find my maidenhead"
Every ?sign? in here
So wear your relic near
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight
He'll have you all
You fine young ladies, pure as fallen snow
He'll have you all
If you think upon improper things, the doctor will know
Every ?sign? in here
So wear your relic near
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight
Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight