What are you listening to?
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unkl brws
Dagobah Resident
Very appropriate, thank you! The fiddle player even looked a lot like my friend!I am so sorry for this moment of pain and I go along with your feelings.How beautiful to remember your friend through music. I was reminded of an experience of a musician who was visiting an elementary school. He asked the children "what they wanted to be when they grow up", and received many enthusiastic answers until a little girl named Mariana answered: "I want to be a Song". Well, this singer-songwriter named Silvio Rodíguez composed a song for Mariana. It is very beautiful.
Your beloved friend at this moment is Song. What a beautiful way to keep him alive in your heart. In fact, he is very much alive playing his violin where he is. I looked for something similar in tribute to your friend. I hope it is appropriate:
This song - "Changing of the Guards" from Bob Dylan's 1978 "Street Legal" album seems kinda poignant these days, and it's
always been a catchy tune.
Lyrics:
"Changing Of The Guards"
Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves
Fortune calls
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve near the tower
The cold-blooded moon
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid
They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil
I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks
Gentlemen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either get ready for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards
Peace will come
With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords
always been a catchy tune.
Lyrics:
"Changing Of The Guards"
Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves
Fortune calls
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve near the tower
The cold-blooded moon
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid
They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil
I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks
Gentlemen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either get ready for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards
Peace will come
With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords
C
Cleopatre VII
Guest
This piece was dedicated to Laura some time ago.
Found this in YouTube and wanted to share. They're pretty decent.
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Heard this on alternative radio the other day and laughed with them, when they said (laughing) “The Government are trying to kill us”
Some great lyrics in this groove, I particularly liked :
“Humanity is my nationality”
Some great lyrics in this groove, I particularly liked :
“Humanity is my nationality”
C
Cleopatre VII
Guest
In high school, where I teach, I hear this piece all the time:
High school graduates practice before the "studniówka".
Studniówka (Polish pronunciation: [stuˈdɲufka]) is a traditional ball for final grade high school (liceum or technikum) students (i.e. aged 18–20) in Poland, analogous to senior prom in the United States. It is held approximately a hundred days before the matura, or leaving exam; hence its name, which is a Polish noun formed from the adjective studniowy, meaning "hundred-day" (compare sto dni, "a hundred days").
There is such a tradition in Poland that a Polonaise is danced on this occasion. I danced the Polonaise when I was at the ballet school, but I was not at my "studniówka". I really didn't want to dance with any boy!
High school graduates practice before the "studniówka".
Studniówka (Polish pronunciation: [stuˈdɲufka]) is a traditional ball for final grade high school (liceum or technikum) students (i.e. aged 18–20) in Poland, analogous to senior prom in the United States. It is held approximately a hundred days before the matura, or leaving exam; hence its name, which is a Polish noun formed from the adjective studniowy, meaning "hundred-day" (compare sto dni, "a hundred days").
There is such a tradition in Poland that a Polonaise is danced on this occasion. I danced the Polonaise when I was at the ballet school, but I was not at my "studniówka". I really didn't want to dance with any boy!
SevenFeathers
Dagobah Resident
Dinah Washington's beautiful rendition of "What a Difference a Day Makes" and a wonderful little girl's version
Such a beautiful song... and so true... I'm a bit pensive today... the soundtrack in general is very beautiful to this film 
[Refrain]
Run, dare to run
Through death into life
Run, dare to run
Through the darkness into the light
[Verse 1]
Take the chance to live, help yourself
Feel that summer is yours
Take the chance to live, take a step forward
Or backwards if you want
Take the chance to live, stand in its midst
Meet the storms with a shout
[Chorus]
Run, dare to run
Through death to life
Run, I dare you to run
Through the darkness into the light
[Verse 2]
Don't despair, but you can cry
And understand that the future can forgive
Don't paint the whole canvas black you've been given
Allow other colours sometimes
Don't regret, but you can learn
Then you go through the labyrinth by heart
[Refrain]
Run, dare to run
Through death into life
Run, dare to run
Through the darkness into the light
[Verse 1]
Take the chance to live, help yourself
Feel that summer is yours
Take the chance to live, take a step forward
Or backwards if you want
Take the chance to live, stand in its midst
Meet the storms with a shout
[Chorus]
Run, dare to run
Through death to life
Run, I dare you to run
Through the darkness into the light
[Verse 2]
Don't despair, but you can cry
And understand that the future can forgive
Don't paint the whole canvas black you've been given
Allow other colours sometimes
Don't regret, but you can learn
Then you go through the labyrinth by heart
C
Cleopatre VII
Guest
Beethoven - 7th Symphony.
