Tag: Satirical Songs
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Poem: Into the Land of Heroes | Wagner, Das Reingold: Vorspiel
INTO THE LAND OF HEROES AND FRIENDS By Dominique Johnson I rise with you,As you do in me.I am shedding my skins,To unfold youSitting on the throne of the slainLight about your pavilion, Brooding deep with three piercing eyes Whisper at this hour the things your two eyes have seen.I saw the well in a…
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Sergei Rachmaninov: Symphony No. 1 in D Minor Op. 13 – Allegro con fuoco
Symphony No.1 in D minor Op. 13, fourth movement, allegro con fuoco. Conductor: Vladimir Ashkenazy & Concertgebouw Orchestra
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Henryk Gorecki – Symphony No. 3, Op. 36: III. Lento, Cantabile Semplice
So even now though you feel without power, and in shame the world cries, come out from under the rubble and grab hold of it. Though it be unbearable to see the pain, provide the little ones shelter, when the rain comes. Be as Spring to the shadows.
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Future Friend – Larkin Grimm
I find this such a beautiful song and have listened to it every day for some time and it speaks to me deeply. Hope it speaks to someone else. LYRICS (we’re going to build a fire) we’re going to build a fire(it’s killing me)(need kindness, i need kindness)will you just sit with me?we’re going to…
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Carl Orff: Day, Night, and Everything (Dies, Nox et Omnia)
DIES, NOX ET OMNIADies, nox et omniamichi sunt contraria,virginum colloquiame fay planszer,oy suvenz suspirer,plu me fay temer.O sodales, ludite,vos qui scitis dicite,michi mesto parcite,grand ey dolur,attamen consuliteper voster honur.Tua pulchra facies,me fey planszer milies,pectus habens glacies,a remenderstatim vivus fieremper un baser. DAY, NIGHT, AND EVERYTHINGDay, night, and everythingis against me,the chattering of maidensmakes me weep,and…
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Gustav Holst: Saturn, Bringer Of The Old Age
Come forth DREAMER, MIGHT of elder father, so that you may rise again; Dream as you would when in longing, It is from an Old Age your gifts sprang. It was the churning hot elements from the stars that bore you.
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Carl Orff: In Taberna Quando Sumus – Kurt Eichhorn
“Here no-one fears death,but they throw the dice in the name of Bacchus…May those who slander us be cursedand may their names not be written in the book of the righteous.” Precisely my sentiment. When we’re in the tavern In taberna quando sumusnon curamus quid sit humus,sed ad ludum properamus,cui semper insudamus.Quid agatur in tabernaubi…
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A Fauns’ Delicacy
Like a faun that plays between the wild forests and the labyrinth. Though, not in sorrow, nor in joy, but in rhythm. The faun can always hear the sweet melodies in the distance that run deeper than through those tall ears. This faun has not forsaken the dirt and the leaves, and the smell of…
The American Minervan 