#294175 - 09/16/0804:14 PMRe: World Music
[Re: Marcella]
Hope_WA
Pooh-Bah
Registered: 08/14/07
Loc: Eastern Washington state, U.S....
Haruna Ishola Haruna Ishola
_________________________ "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." Henry David Thoreau
His disciples asked him, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?" Jesus answered, "Neither he nor his parents sinned; it is so that the works of God might be made visible through him. " John 9:2-3
Mahatma Ghandi, though a devout Hindu, was widely known to admire Jesus; Ghandi often quoted from the Sermon on the Mount, in fact. Once when the missionary E. Stanley Jones met with Ghandi he asked him, "Mr. Ghandi, though you quote the words of Christ often, why is that you appear to so adamantly reject becoming his follower?" Ghandi replied, "Oh, I don't reject your Christ. I love your Christ. It's just that so many of you Christians are so unlike your Christ."
#298491 - 10/24/0801:41 PMRe: World Music
[Re: Marcella]
Marcella
Anarcho-Nihilist Cow
Registered: 03/31/03
Loc: Barn
Two very old, very romantic Italian songs in beautiful instrumental versions:
- Non voglio innamorarmi mai (I don't ever want to love again) by Baglioni and Nazzaro.
- Per amore ricomincerei (For love I'd start again) by Terzi, Salerno and D'Amico.
Both from the album Sanremo '72, by the Franck Pourcel orchestra. Took me several hours to clean the sound of scratches and background humming, it's a very old (and very rare) LP.
* Sanremo, the Italian Festival of Song, used to be the place where romantic ballads found their highest expression. Now it's dedicated mostly to rock, but in the 60s and 70s it was the place for all those songs that, in Romance languages, made people sigh and say "I love you." Of all those festivals, the one in 1972 is legendary: the Woodstock of Romantic ballads.
_________________________ This a spiritual thing and I am the laughing Buddha sitting on top of the world. Donnalee.
#298629 - 10/26/0801:51 PMRe: World Music
[Re: Marcella]
Heli
Enthusiast
Registered: 09/21/07
Loc: EU, Helsinki Finland
Hiljaisen talven lapsi - The child of a quiet winter
Timo Rautiainen
Composed and Lyrics Tuomas Holopainen (Nightwish)
Hiljaisen talven lapsi / The child of a quiet winter
Joka aamu kuljen kotipolkuni / Every morning I walk my home trail eksyen, lumi aina peittää jälkeni. / swerving, the snow always will blot out my tracks Joka ilta saavun kotiovelle, / Every evening I will arrive to my home porch tulitikkutytön kanssa käden lämmitän / and I will warm a hand with a little match girl
. Meri on nyt ilman rantaa, / The sea is now shoreless lapsi hiljaisen talven vaeltaa. / a child of a quiet winter makes his/her way Ainoastaan sade maan seuraa / Only the rain of the earth follows him/her kun äänettömyyteen katoaa. / when he/she dissappears to infinity.
Olit ensilumen lapsi minussa, / You were the child of the earliest snow in me, liian kaunis maailmaani jakamaan. / too beautiful to share my world Elin suruni, tein siitä rakkaani: / I lived my sorrow, made it my beloved: lämmin muisto yösydänunessani. / a warm memory in the midnight dream.
Meri on nyt ilman rantaa, / The sea is now shoreless lapsi hiljaisen talven vaeltaa. / The child of a quiet winter makes his/her way. Ainoastaan sade maan seuraa / Only the rain of the earth follows him/her kun äänettömyyteen katoaa. / when he/she dissappears to the infinity
Toisen suulla lauluni laulan, / I will sing my song with another's mouth kaikkeni kannan kehtojen hautaan. / I will bear everything to the grave of cradles Kylmän sulatan, itseäni kaitsen ja odotan. / I will defrost the cold, I will watch over myself and wait.
Kunpa voisin joskus muuhun herätä / I wish I could wake up to something else sometimes kuin häpeään peilin lävistämään. / than to the shame pierced by the mirror Luojan luoma, vailla suojaa. / God's creation without a shelter Sula maa odottaa lasta hukkuvaa. / The unfrozen land waits for the drowning child
Meri on nyt ilman rantaa, / The sea is now shoreless lapsi hiljaisen talven vaeltaa. / The child of a quiet winter makes his/her way. Ainoastaan sade maan seuraa / Only the rain of the earth follows him/her kun äänettömyyteen katoaa. / when he/she dissappears to the infinity
Meri on nyt ilman rantaa, / The sea is now shoreless lapsi hiljaisen talven vaeltaa. / The child of a quiet winter makes his/her way. Taivaani etsintä päättyi kultaan ja kyyneliin. / The search of my heaven ended in gold and tears.
#299612 - 11/07/0802:32 PMRe: World Music
[Re: Heli]
Heli
Enthusiast
Registered: 09/21/07
Loc: EU, Helsinki Finland
Sissel sings a Norwegian song:
Lær Meg å Kjenne : (Traditional) Arranger: Jørn Dahl
Lær meg å kjenne dine veie og gå dem trøstig skritt for skritt Jeg vet at hva jeg fikk i eie, er borget godt gods, og alt er ditt. Men vil din sterke hånd meg lede, jeg aldri feil på målet ser, og for hvert håp som dør her nede, får jeg et håp i himlen mer
English translation:
Teach me to know your ways and to walk them trustingly step by step I know that what I own, are borrowed goods, and everything is yours. But if your strong hand guides me, I will never see the wrong goal, and for every hope that dies down here, I will receive a greater hope in heaven
#299811 - 11/09/0811:24 AMRe: World Music
[Re: Heli]
Heli
Enthusiast
Registered: 09/21/07
Loc: EU, Helsinki Finland
Peter Jöback - Stockholm i natt - Stockholm in the night
I settle down and run out without locking I stand on Götgatan it seems always blowing here at Skatteskrapan feel like on the whole sky is falling
I hasten further go north through the night I remember it was here on by Medborgarplatsen that Anna Lindh made her last speech it was in September 2003
The same year we saw sometime in Gondolen Then we saw again and I longed so there was something in the air, the autumn there was fog and light and voices
Refr I see the dirt and darkness in the old town familiar scent of fear from Stureplan and I just want to cry Stockholm is so beautiful in the night
And I go Skeppsbron forward, bending me in the wind it seems to rain now, I dry me on the cheek and on the water there are boats, I guess they yearn from here
I am at Norrmalmstorg and think of Clark Olofsson so many chances, why did he never get anybody and the same thing with me, it is so easy to stay so difficult to go
And I remember that I saw you at Berns Terass and I thought of all that I could have had and I thought of life I lived and I regret the most, how it became so
Refr I see Strandvägen street spread measured and happy I see blue light flicker on south heights I just want to cry Stockholm is so beautiful in the night
I see the dirt and darkness in the old town familiar scent of fear from Stureplan and I just want to cry Stockholm is so beautiful in the night
And you called in the end and I rushing out all words, all dreams of happy endings it is finally now it will happen in Stockholm in the night
In at Riche small bar is full and warm and I feel a hand picking up my arm and I just want to cry so beautiful is life in the night
Refr I see the dirt and darkness in the old town familiar scent of fear from Stureplan and I just want to cry Stockholm is so beautiful in the night
I see Strandvägen street spread measured and happy I see blue light flicker on south heights I just want to cry Stockholm is so beautiful in the night
in the night
in the night
Jag lägger på och springer ut utan att låsa jag står på Götgatan det verkar alltid blåsa här vid Skatteskrapan känns det som om hela himlen håller på att falla ner
Jag skyndar vidare går norrut genom natten jag minns att det var här på Medborgarplatsen som Anna Lindh höll sitt sista tal det var september 2003
Samma år som vi sågs nån gång på Gondolen sen sågs vi igen och jag längtade så det var nånting i luften den hösten det var dimman och ljuset och rösterna
Refr Jag ser smutsen och mörkret i Gamla stan känner doften av rädsla från Stureplan och jag vill bara gråta så vackert är Stockholm i natt
Och jag går Skeppsbron framåt, böjer mig i vinden det verkar regna nu, jag torkar mig om kinden och i vattnet ligger båtarna, jag gissar att de längtar härifrån
Jag står på Norrmalmstorg och tänker på Clark Olofsson så många chanser, varför tog han aldrig tag i nån och samma sak med mig, det är så lätt att stanna kvar så svårt att gå
Och jag minns att jag såg dig på Berns Terass och jag tänkte på allt som jag kunde ha haft och jag tänkte på livet jag levde och jag ångrar det mesta, hur blev det så
Refr Jag ser Strandvägen sträcka sig mätt och nöjd jag ser blåljusen flimra på Söders höjder jag vill bara gråta så vackert är Stockholm i natt
Jag ser smutsen och mörkret i Gamla stan känner doften av rädsla från Stureplan och jag vill bara gråta så vackert är Stockholm i natt
Och du ringde till sist och jag rusar ut alla ord alla drömmar om lyckliga slut är det äntligen nu det skall hända i Stockholm i natt
In på Riche lilla baren är full och varm och jag känner en hand fånga upp min arm och jag vill bara gråta så vackert är livet i natt
Refr Jag ser smutsen och mörkret i Gamla stan känner doften av rädsla från Stureplan och jag vill bara gråta så vackert är Stockholm i natt
Jag ser Strandvägen sträcka sig mätt och nöjd jag ser blåljusen flimra på Söders höjder jag vill bara gråta så vackert är Stockholm i natt i natt
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