Theatre (in American English usually theater) is a collaborative form of fine art that uses live performers to present the experience of a real or imagined event before a live audience in a specific place. The performers may communicate this experience to the audience through combinations of gesture, speech, song, music or dance. Elements of design and stagecraft are used to enhance the physicality, presence and immediacy of the experience. The specific place of the performance is also named by the word "theatre" as derived from the Ancient Greek θέατρον (théatron, “a place for viewing”) and θεάομαι (theáomai, “to see", "to watch", "to observe”).
Modern Western theatre derives in large measure from ancient Greek drama, from which it borrows technical terminology, classification into genres, and many of its themes, stock characters, and plot elements. Theatre scholar Patrice Pavis defines theatricality, theatrical language, stage writing, and the specificity of theatre as synonymous expressions that differentiate theatre from the other performing arts, literature, and the arts in general.
Harriet Tubman (born Araminta Harriet Ross; 1820 – March 10, 1913) was an African-American abolitionist, humanitarian, and Union spy during the American Civil War. After escaping from slavery, into which she was born, she made thirteen missions to rescue more than 70 slaves using the network of antislavery activists and safe houses known as the Underground Railroad. She later helped John Brown recruit men for his raid on Harpers Ferry, and in the post-war era struggled for women's suffrage.
As a child in Dorchester County, Maryland, Tubman was beaten by masters to whom she was hired out. Early in her life, she suffered a head wound when hit by a heavy metal weight. The injury caused disabling seizures, narcoleptic attacks, headaches, and powerful visionary and dream activity, which occurred throughout her life. A devout Christian, Tubman ascribed the visions and vivid dreams to revelations from God.
In 1849, Tubman escaped to Philadelphia, then immediately returned to Maryland to rescue her family. Slowly, one group at a time, she brought relatives out of the state, and eventually guided dozens of other slaves to freedom. Traveling by night, Tubman (or "Moses", as she was called) "never lost a passenger". Large rewards were offered for the return of many of the fugitive slaves, but no one then knew that Tubman was the one helping them. When the Southern-dominated Congress passed the Fugitive Slave Law of 1850, requiring law officials in free states to aid efforts to recapture slaves, she helped guide fugitives farther north into Canada, where slavery was prohibited.
Sie setzen jeden Abend deine Maske auf
und sie spielen
wie die Rolle es verlangt.
An das Theater haben sie ihr Herz verkauft
sie stehn oben und die unten schaun sie an.
Sie sind König
Bettler
Clown im Rampenlicht
doch wie's tief in ihnen aussieht
sieht man nicht:
Theater
Theater
der Vorhang geht auf
dann wird die Bühne zur Welt.
Theater
Theater
das ist wie ein Rausch
und nur der Augenblick zählt.
Wie ein brennendes Fieber
Wie ein Stück Glückseeligkeit
ein längst vergessner Traum
erwacht zum Leben
Theater
Theater
gehaßt und geliebt
Himmel und Hölle zugleich.
Und der Clown
der muß lachen
auch wenn ihm zum weinen ist
und das Publikum sieht nicht
daß eine Träne fließt
und der Held
der muß stark sein
und kämpfen für das Recht
doch oft ist ihm vor Lampenfieber schlecht.
Alles ist nur Theater
und ist doch auch Wirklichkeit
Theater - das Tor zur Phantasie.
Theater
Theater
ihr schenkt uns Applaus
wir geben alles für euch
Und lachen und weinen für euch
My life is a musical
I know how to put on a pretty pathetic show
I hide backstage, keep the curtains closed
'Cause I'm scared, I'm scared
I'm getting pretty good at feeding them the lines they like
But I don't recognize the girl that I face each night
I can compromise 'till I'm convinced it's right
What happened to the girl who could overlook the world?
She never gave a second thought
To what other people thought
What happened to the dream of rejecting routine?
'Cause it never worked for me
I'm gonna burn this theater down
And pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script
And scream every line like this is it
They say all the world's a stage
Rewriting you identity is all the rage
Well, next act please, I'd like to change
I don't really like pretending this way
What happened to the girl who could overlook the world?
She never gave a second thought
To what other people thought
What happened to the dream of rejecting routine?
'Cause it never worked for me
I'm gonna burn this theater down
And pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script
And scream every line like this is it
I'm gonna burn this theater down
And pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script
And scream every line like this is it
And the sad thins is
We're all in on the action
We're holding our breath
Waiting for a reaction
You play your part
And I'll be playing with matches
And if you'd like a show
You can follow the ashes
I'm gonna burn this theater down
And pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script
And scream every line like this is it
I'm gonna burn this theater down
And pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script
And scream every line like
I see the world in a swirl of hues,
but my favorite color is shame.
Tonight the sky is painted...
Tonight the sky is painted... melancholy
and the wind sings songs as if it would lament
some tragedy on the far side of the world.
We're in the deep pockets of my mind,
where I lust after blood and pain.
Tonight the sky is painted...
Tonight the sky is painted... melancholy
and the wind sings songs as if it would lament
some tragedy on the far side of the world.
I am I and the world is a woman
from who I must take take take.
In an act of lust, no, in an act of pride
And I am damned, but can I be saved?
but can I be saved?...saved
Tonight the sky is painted...(echo)
Tonight the sky is painted...(echo)
Tonight the sky is painted...(Tonight the sky is)
Melancholy and the wind sings songs as if it would lament
some tragedy on the far side of the world.
And the wind sings songs as if it would lament