Dies Irae - Mozart Requiem (Virtual Choir)

[arthurmorgan]

I already hear the orchestration. Dies irae is by far the best part of the requiem.

[J.L.E.]

I had the incredible privilege and honor to perform this at Carnegie Hall in April of 2023 alongside many other talented musicians from all across the world. That was an amazing experience being able to sing with those incredible people.

[EUSA]

Dude was on his deathbed writing some of the hardest music of all time.

[will]

Cool! I think you composed a new line but I like it very much!

[jesselawson]

How long have you been practicing this as a choir this is amazing. How do you do all that it’s just you doing the melody.

[infledermaus]

Fantastic! Where can we find you singing the rest of this? This is wonderful for any bidding musician!

Please do it with Verdi - Dies Irae Réquiem

[emmanuelcl]

Beautiful voice! Great. But you sing the soprano voice an octave down? 😊 You should hire a soprano friend! Anyway it's great.

[onedirections]

Twin poems, for Dies Irae is upon us! "It", is the truth in Exponential Disarray.

"Truth"

What is truth? Is It God, Love, Rape, personal identity, miracle birth, ancestral condition, hurts your reality, worth, who's paternity, place of origination, faith, a cradle of civilization, fate, a spiritual connection?


Self evidence and science. It all leads to oneness.The path is for balance among us, with sprits to guide us towards justice. Mother nurture, father provider, brother protect her, and sister care further down river.


Seeking, forgiving, timing, coming, living, loving, laughing, healing, helping, not forgetting, giving, breathing, growing and letting be the seeds we are sowing.


Lying frozen in the snow, the ice will melt and It will show, the reason is not to know, before our time to go, make peace, let water flow, the season is for love to grow.


True or false, multiple choice, pick your poison, I don't lie, is the first untruth for blaming. Honestly mistaking, the love they have been raping. Only One place to find It, open your heart, the truth's inside. By Eddie Campagnola


Exponential Disarray (Dies Irae)


About the science, male neocortex inside us, won't be rejected. And, the oneness, separated by a bruised bone that hides It. Within spirit to guide us, the church took It outside us, It grows in a state of untidiness. Mans brain plows a field, raise animals like ranchers, to be killed, protect everything, but failed to be magnanimous.

A chance medley of confusion, won't let me in the sound, Rape, chaos, and disorder, indiscipline is all around, even Girl Scouts got U2's "Boots" on the ground. Disunity, and destruction on every street corner. The scorned are outspoken, for the rib that was taken,   the only words spoken. Books, internet propaganda, all women, in media, writing vanity, a failure, well published, for only their agenda.

Narcissistic fortunate memoirs, of drunken nights on campuses, not even remembered. While I weep for Oh my brothers, the victims of violence on the street, got raped, by Boy Scouts who went undetected. With poison lines they are hooked up with, and facilitated. The service provided by Nanny's who dictate IT. They used them, and now lead them to genocide IT.

Verdi conducts, and the opera in his head plays, the voices of the dead. Singing are the inner self souls of spirits past, now heard. The trumpets blow. A final day of reconning, what they have known. Is here at last, and plainly shown, for all to see. Self evident prophecy, not that of deity, but that of humanity. To be, or not to be, for all who can see, are coming for all who have been, from years here before. To find judgement for all, and never to be seen for ever more, nor ever to be reborn.

Motivating force for all humanity, exponential disarray is leading to your final play. The day of wrath and doom impending, not fear mongering, It's real and It's happening. Spinning down a toilet, at the darkest hour of humanity, death has no measurement, one last breath, for all who hear the calling. Our Earth, drifting away, falling. In madness, we reach for One more who is magnanimous, for a last chance to find forgiveness, for Dies Irae is upon us, and oneness is the only way to find peace and justice.  By Eddie Campagnola pen name One Homeless Author of Directions to Mercy Street 2022 & Edward Campagnola Directions to the Dumpster 2019

[BernardGreenberg]

Beautiful singing, but for me, the loss of the choral contour because of the octave transposition is ruinous.

[fungus_fanatic]

The music doesn’t match what you are singing

[ludwigame]

Your amazing but is "solvet santum" te pronuntiation(I think)

[tarzan]

Child’s play. Maybe try singing in an actual choir.

[l.v]

Ngl mozarts version is lame af compared to verdi's