The Imperial territory of Alsace-Lorraine (German: Reichsland Elsass-Lothringen) generally Elsass-Lothringen, was a territory created by the German Empire in 1871 after it annexed most of Alsace and the Moselle region of Lorraine following its victory in the Franco-Prussian War. The Alsatian part lay in the Rhine Valley on the west bank of the Rhine River and east of the Vosges Mountains. The Lorraine section was in the upper Moselle valley to the north of the Vosges Mountains.
The Imperial territory of Alsace-Lorraine was made up of 93% of Alsace (7% remained French) and 26% of Lorraine (74% remained French). For historical reasons, specific legal dispositions are still applied in the territory in form of a local law. In relation to its special legal status, since its reversion to France following World War I, the territory has been referred to administratively as Alsace-Moselle.
The Imperial territory of Alsace-Lorraine had a land area of 14,496 km2 (5,597 sq mi). Its capital was Strasbourg. It was divided in three districts (Bezirke in German):
Darius Milhaud (French pronunciation: [daʁjys mijo]; 4 September 1892 – 22 June 1974) was a French composer and teacher. He was a member of Les Six—also known as The Group of Six—and one of the most prolific composers of the 20th century. His compositions are influenced by jazz and make use of polytonality. Darius Milhaud is to be counted among the modernist composers.
Born in Marseilles to a Jewish family from Aix-en-Provence, Milhaud studied in Paris at the Paris Conservatory where he met his fellow group members Arthur Honegger and Germaine Tailleferre. He studied composition under Charles Widor and harmony and counterpoint with André Gedalge. He also studied privately with Vincent d'Indy. As a young man he worked for a while in the diplomatic entourage of Paul Claudel, the eminent poet and dramatist, who was serving as French ambassador to Brazil.
On a trip to the United States in 1922, Darius Milhaud heard "authentic" jazz for the first time, on the streets of Harlem, which left a great impact on his musical outlook. The following year, he completed his composition "La création du monde" ("The Creation of the World"), using ideas and idioms from jazz, cast as a ballet in six continuous dance scenes.
When I was 17,
I had a telling dream
It told me
Told me unpopular things.
You see, once when I was 93, I had a telling dream
Told me to go around with Lee-Anne. Here I am.
Once I thought my work would be my end,
But mystery is every day again,
On a highway driving straight into the sea
Stand in the Atlantic
Wait for me
Are we only going to hold hands?
Are you gonna die or can we dance?
O, you dance alright, now be someone
We only get to fight while we are young
On the Jersey coast... you just like to be here for the risk.
Are you gonna die or can we kiss? O, you kiss alright...
There’s a question threading through the dark,
And its answer put me back to work
There is something bright in glowing now
Fit for this Earth to revolve around
On the Jersey coast, when I was 93,
I had a telling dream
Bordering on epiphany
It told me to go around in rings,
And here I am with rings
Do what you need in rings
Lost province
Anything good come from that place?
Lost province
Handy for the bosses’ bath waste
Lost one, sweet dark one
Flooded country, flooded creeks
Walk, son
The song about you
Is not entirely about you:
You’re older than the mountains, too,
And all white names
No genes to give our kids,
Just enchanted sadness
Every time we almost kiss,
Need is a strange new state
Lost province
Looking for our dad again
Lost province
Vandalia ‘04 Le Pen
Lost one, sweet dark one
Flooded country, flooded creeks.
Walk, son
The song about you
Is not entirely about you:
You’re older than the mountains, too,
And all white names
No genes to give our kids,
Just enchanted sadness
Every time we almost kiss,
Need is a strange new state
Kids fighting in the late night
Some lie under stage light
Awkward after-parties
Blow the lights in town
La la la la...
Kids fighting in the late night
Some lie under stage light
Awkward after-parties
Blow the lights in town
Girl, don’t hide your strange side
Rain your burden down
His faith in you is thick and thin
He leaves you in your dreams no end
Don’t follow, don’t follow
Kids fighting in the late night
Some lie under stage light
Awkward after-parties
Blow the lights in town
Girl, don’t hide your strange side
Rain your burden down
You’d fight out of a sinking car
Can’t you shed the floodlight where you are?
How many times
Times can you be scarred?
...la la la la lost world, lose this burden
That cold is from your need for friends
This does not need to be the end
Don’t follow, don’t follow
Kids fighting in the late night
Some lie under stage light
Awkward after-parties
Blow the lights in town
Girl, don’t hide your strange side
Rain your burden down
It saw you wake before the sunrise
You thought you left without a sound
In fact, you stumbled on the gravel road,
With the dew, which heard it all and cried:
Who will make you lost in wonder now?
Who will take your side?
It heard you try to change your world
Your burning questions, poorly phrased
(pretentious marriage song) about
Problems you do not understand
Na na na na...
Stay and try again
It saw you climbing with her own eyes,
So proud and never looking down,
Muscling old logic on the forest and
Stray creatures on the mountainside
Who will make you lost in wonder now?
Like tall grass
When a snow storm comes,
I can’t stand
Straight or try to run
To lean on someone you
Need someone, but
Please say you’re not in love with me
Cause you’re so afraid of growing old
Please say you’re not in love with me
Cause you need a living thing to hold
That just makes the world more cold
The clouds burst
And the valleys drown
And floating
Is as good as ground
You know how unlike love that sounds, so
Please say you ain’t in love with me
Cause I’m the only thing left to try
You are not in love with me
Because otherwise you’d want to die,
The neighborhood young people in love
Have a form of speech, a dark one,
Which you can not use with your new skirt
Who turns in early. Friend,
Speak it honestly, again
As the late night,
With all of life’s intimate, grave mysteries,
Calls the late night
By satellites, planets and planes, whispering.
Well our whispering days are done,
But aren’t we getting closer as we fight?
And the louder our voices get,
The quieter it makes this starry night
It makes this starry night.
Home Skillet,
Does she calm your dad?
Aren’t you bored?
Can you really stand being constantly adored?
Each day spays night
Not another lonely life
Sunrays are straight, old, white,
Powerful, empty and severe.
You can’t be yourself here
There is a way that clinically sad
Students in love talk, my darling.
Despite the business smile on your face,
You’ve not forgot it, friend
You have only gone to bed
In the late night,
Where life is implicitly true, once again.
In the late night,
Le ballon rouge, missles and moons, overhead.
Well, our unified life is done
But aren’t we getting closer as we fight?
And the louder our voices get,
The quieter it makes this starry night.
It makes this starry night
In this new world,
Do you not wake up at three, wondering?
In the late night,
Without you sensing my thoughts,
They may not mean a thing.
You, all those you know,
And all those who those you know know,
The way of all flesh go.
Go with one you really love.
Young Lee, gather the strength of knowing
Your friends are standing by.
Your cadence is bound, not broken,
Shivering true at night.
To the stage where the lies explored you,
Say goodbye honestly
Vigilant bulrushes kneel before you,
Surround and guard you Lee
Earlier this week,
Half of you was his to make
And half of you was him
But the mist invades the holler
And your voice, it speaks
Young Lee’s thoughts again
Take the turnpike and take your daughter,
Bruised mute, but now you can
Say the truth: it is sweet and proper,
If hard, to leave a shitty man
As yourself, Lee
And your mouth, it speaks.
Time goes
over and back.
Lee, do not relapse,
It’s time, Lee
Lee, do not relax
Go from my window, my love
Go from my window, my dear
The wind and the rain
Will drive you back again
You cannot be lodging here
As the dark tides fall around
Go from my window, my dear
Go from my window, love go
The wind and the rain
Will drive you back again
You cannot be lodging here
As the dark tides fall around
Cause all along the flooded interstate
As the dark tides fall around
I got a crutch that’ll separate
I was next.
You were the boy all the girls were asking to
skate and destroy their lives,
but you knew me first,
and hurt me worst.
Now I need you like
like the stormy sky
way out on the ocean needs to dehumidify,
but can’t,
because there’s too much water everywhere.
The tears just rise back to its eyes.
So I rumble and glow
I keep the future primitive
To let you know
You’re free
To make Barbry Allen out of me
I need you like
like the stormy sky
way out on the ocean needs to dehumidify,
but can’t,
because there’s too much water everywhere.
Coloring on an autumn day, slow
Like you were recognized and paid, slow
Recess out on the statue hill, slow
Take in the sun and friends
Take your time on the way back down, look
At the grass where the wrinkles show
How were you supposed to know?
Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The model business with a vomiting heart, yes please
Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The factory lights
There are no stars without darkness
You’re afraid work works the world
Not the other way around
From now on you can play
When the sun is down
But when you try you’ll find
You need to sleep instead
You’ll dream of this time last year, slow Anatole
All the children were torn away - wait
Draw the lungs deeper shades of grey - wait
Smuggled in, weak and underage - wait
Do what they say for now
Hands sifting wreckage piles, rush
Breathing smoke while the boss goes off
You can’t piss, you can only cough
You never thought you would ever be
Nostalgic for those beige minutes of school
Breaking up the week
But that quiet, humble glow
Won’t keep the lucky people lucky, so
Grow up fast, slow Anatole
Cough: Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The model business with a vomiting heart, yes please
Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The factory lights
Claire, complicated every way but your name
Never waved the white flag in our war games
Whitecaps out there where your ashes fell might suggest
That you’ve called a truce, but it’s a storm I guess
Claire, did you see me in the paper today?
Pictured walking through a crowd around Shea
Though it shows a thousand faces, I’m the only
One with empty blue eyes where you used to be
Lost in a trance
And scared
Right there: I’m the one without you, Claire
Same old dance
With thin air
Right there: I’m the one without you, Claire.
On a constant wake, on a twitching sea,
Flood back in my memories arguing
In your shadow years, I will always be
Loyal opposition. Mess with me if you can, Claire
You were always only half aware of our friends
Not a word for things on which too much depends
But do you look down on me in the crowd at shows? You can
Spot me by these weightless arms and unheld hands
Lost in a trance
And scared
Right there: I’m the one without you, Claire
Same old dance
With thin air
One day far off, if the world forgot all about rock,
One day late in Summer camp with an 80 pound heart
One day then, the very dust we walk would rise and talk
We’d say,
‘We missed you, too
The blues weren’t enough to get us through’
One day far off, if the record grooves went dull and flat
One day far off, if we had no shoeboxes or rats
One day far off, if nothing inside us said attack
‘Come back
We missed you too
The blues weren’t enough to get us through’
One day far off, if all the guitars went down in flames
One day far off, if the old roles never rearranged
One day far off, if in our teenage years nothing changed
‘Come back.
We missed you, too
The blues weren’t enough to get us through’
One day far off, if the towering drums just folded in
No, bow, kneel, angel of death
One day far off, if we all went back to work again
Don’t lead, trail, angel of death
One day far off, something there would say it’s not the end
It’s not yours, you’re its
‘Come back.
We missed you, too
The blues weren’t enough to get us through’
One day, if there were no faint androgynerds to woo
One day, if these crowded streets were only safe and new
One day far off somewhere there’d be grass roots growing through
‘Come back.
We missed you, too
How many times have I cut your hair?
Inches of reddish fringe landing on gold-leaved trees
From the bathroom window, falling through the lakeside air,
With unselfconscious words - but now, I freeze
Weighing facts, cataloguing dreams,
And I end up saying the exact wrong things
I open up with the most awkward talk,
Cause you’re single now. Writer’s block
From a ‘call for papers’
Call for papers,
call for papers,
call for papers.
How many times have we stayed indoors,
All of us, after school was dark and armed?
In the piano room they don’t check anymore,
You and I out-spoke the rest, but now we aren’t
Weighing facts, cataloguing dreams,
And I end up saying the exact wrong things
I open up with the most awkward talk,
Cause you’re single now. Writer’s block.
Drop the facts, drop all the dreams,
Any album ending as our friends all leave
I bare my soul with the most awkward talk
Cause you’re single now. Writer’s block
From a ‘call for papers.’
Call for papers,
call for papers,
call for papers.