What are you listening to?
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PabloAngello
Jedi Master
chilling electronic
better quality here:
"Candombe para José", by argentinian Roberto Ternán, was one of the most popular songs in the Pinochet prison camps in Chile.
It was sung on different occasions by the own prisoners, when a new prisoner arrived or someone was released, or to encourage someone who was tortured or received punishment.
Here performed on spanish TV in 1978 by the Illapu group who made the song popular in Chile.
It was sung on different occasions by the own prisoners, when a new prisoner arrived or someone was released, or to encourage someone who was tortured or received punishment.
Here performed on spanish TV in 1978 by the Illapu group who made the song popular in Chile.
Debra Lynn
Jedi
This woman seems to have some understanding of what the stones were originally used for as "energy directors" according to the C's. She's singing with some of the oldest and tallest standing stones in the UK at Stenness, Orkney Islands in Scotland. I really liked the visuals of the waves of energy flowing through the stones and the spinning dance going on in the background. I think it would of been amazing to have seen stonehenge back in the day when it was fully operational with the dancers.
The lyrics are so poignant with all that’s going on (hope it resonates with others) - resist, steel up, have faith, and just hold on! 
unkl brws
Dagobah Resident
R.I.P. Nancy Griffith (1953-2021).
I am a backseat driver from America
They drive to the left on Falls Road
The man at the wheel's name is Seamus
We pass a child on the corner he knows
And Seamus says, "Now, what chance has that kid got?"
And I say from the back, "I don't know"
He says, "There's barbed wire at all of these exits
And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid to go"
It's a hard life
It's a hard life
It's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
If we poison our children with hatred
Then, the hard life is all they'll ever know
And there ain't no place in (Belfast) for these kids to go
(Chicago)
(This world)
A cafeteria line in Chicago
The fat man in front of me
Is calling black people trash to his children
He's the only trash here I see
And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood
In the night when his children should sleep
But, they slip to their window and they see him
And they think that white hood's all they need
I was a child in the sixties
Dreams could be held through TV
With Disney and Cronkite and Martin Luther
Oh, I believed, I believed, I believed
Now, I am a backstreet driver from America
I am not at the wheel of control
I am guilty, I am war, and I am the root of all evil
Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road
I am a backseat driver from America
They drive to the left on Falls Road
The man at the wheel's name is Seamus
We pass a child on the corner he knows
And Seamus says, "Now, what chance has that kid got?"
And I say from the back, "I don't know"
He says, "There's barbed wire at all of these exits
And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid to go"
It's a hard life
It's a hard life
It's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
If we poison our children with hatred
Then, the hard life is all they'll ever know
And there ain't no place in (Belfast) for these kids to go
(Chicago)
(This world)
A cafeteria line in Chicago
The fat man in front of me
Is calling black people trash to his children
He's the only trash here I see
And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood
In the night when his children should sleep
But, they slip to their window and they see him
And they think that white hood's all they need
I was a child in the sixties
Dreams could be held through TV
With Disney and Cronkite and Martin Luther
Oh, I believed, I believed, I believed
Now, I am a backstreet driver from America
I am not at the wheel of control
I am guilty, I am war, and I am the root of all evil
Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road
Comic book faces are crawling up out of my head
Brave is the person embracing the unknown
Candle lit angels are comforting my despair
Fear and uncertainty blinding me let it go
Hold on hold be strong
Because I know
This is the way back home
Counter traces of gnawing bluff get out of my head
Craving is certainly chasing the well known
Radiant fables are taunting me I will share
Mirrored the curtain is opening to come home
Hold on hold be strong
Because I know
This is the way back home
Find your restless heart
Find your fearless soul
Find your way back home
Hold on hold be strong
Because I know
This is the way back home
XPan
The Living Force
"Dancing With The Lion"
Andreas Vollenweider • 1989
Spherical, enchanting music, makes the soul ascend and dance; floating and swirling among the skies. It's one of the first things i'll (likely remember) to do, when entering a realm of physical variability
meeting friends, dancing together !
