G. Come again: A soft Brexin into a soft Europe

Alle Menschen werden Brüder (Beethoven „Ode an die Freude“)

For what European adaptation are we ready to dance in full solidarity? For subsidies, for veto right and/or for subsidiarity? The musical answer is very simple: one major basic theme which is faithfully adopted by all member states, leaving free room for all possible national variations around above theme, say „ostinato“. This is close to the supporters of a variable geometry. Beethoven, not only inspired the BBC during war time with  the Egmont Ouverture ( … = V  de Victory), but also with the 9^th Symphony in its final „Ode to the Joy“.

14. Vaughan Williams geb. 1872 – The turtle dove
[Koor + Nel]

„I’ll come back again Though I roam ten thousand miles“

Even though UK were to drift away from Europe by more than 10000 miles we would still remember its historic and true attachment.

The Turtle Dove
Fare you well my dear I must be gone and leave you for a while
If I roam away I’ll come back again
Though I roam ten thousand miles, my dear
Though I roam ten thousand miles

So fair though art my bonney lass
So deep in love as I
But I never will prove false to the bonney lass I love
Till the stars fall from the sky my dear
Till the stars fall from the sky

The sea will never run dry my dear
Nor the rocks never melt with the sun
But I never will prove false to the bonney lass I love
Till all these things be done my dear
Till all these things be done

O yonder doth sit that little turtle dove
He doth sit on yonder high tree
A making a moan for the losee of his love
As I will do for thee my dear
As I will do for thee

15. Come again (John Dowland)
[Marc + gitaar]

„With thee again in sweetest sympathy“

Yes, indeed, we would prefer keeping the counterpoint loving British in our midst and adapting the Brexin landing runway for left driving vehicules.

Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain;
For now left and forlorn
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery.

Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart,
Thou canst not pierce her heart;
For I, that do approve
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.