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Post all your favorite classical, romanticist, other super old super bad ass songs!

Liszt's Totentanz...demonic piano skills media type="youtube" key="nqCEhmqsSnY" height="344" width="425"

Stravinksy's "Rite of Spring" part 1 (adoration of the earth) media type="youtube" key="9uMfXh4OOx8" height="344" width="425"

Brahms - Piano Concerto no. 1, 3rd movement media type="youtube" key="gKcBPN0j-8Q" height="344" width="425"

Benjamin Britten's "War Requiem", uses a really good poem by Wilfred Owens about WWI in an earlier part media type="youtube" key="8p3jNMCbaK0" height="344" width="425"

Tchaikovsky - 1812 Overture (finale) media type="youtube" key="u2W1Wi2U9sQ" height="344" width="425"

My all time favorite...Beethoven's 9th, 2nd movement (Molto vivace) media type="youtube" key="IFMF5N7rZFA" height="344" width="425"

Beethoven - "Pathetique" media type="youtube" key="Yq2EeWH79zs" height="344" width="425"

Shubert - Der Erlkonig (The Earlking) media type="youtube" key="5XP5RP6OEJI" height="344" width="425" Lyrics: Who rides, so late, through night and wind? It is the father with his child. He holds the boy in the crook of his arm He holds him safe, he keeps him warm. "My son, why do you hide your face so anxiously?" "Father, do you not see the Elfking? The Elfking with crown and cloak?" "My son, it's a wisp of fog." "You lovely child, come, go with me! Many a beautiful game I'll play with you; Some colourful flowers are on the shore, My mother has many golden robes." "My father, my father, can't you hear, What the Elfking quietly promised me?" "Be calm, stay calm, my child; The wind rustles through dry leaves." "Do you want to come with me, dear boy? My daughters shall wait on you fine; My daughters lead the nightly dances And will rock and dance and sing you to sleep." "My father, my father, can't you see there, The Elfking's daughters in the gloomy place?" "My son, my son, I see it well: The old willows they shimmer so grey." "I love you, your beautiful form entices me; And if you're not willing, I shall use force." "My father, my father, he's grabbing me now! The Elfking has done me harm!" The father shudders; he rides swiftly, He holds the moaning child in his arms. He can hardly manage to reach his farm; In his arms, the child was dead.