OVERCOMING — Music Themes

LISA OF THE LIGHT chose OVERCOMING as the Music Theme for this Week.
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The Music Theme for next week is  HIDDEN.
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Is it always right to overcome  perceived obstacles by permanently moving or destroying them?  What if the obstacles are put in place by Creator and are aspects of our Mother’s Beauty? What if the obstacles to progress are nature itself?  What if such obstacles are, for example, mountain tops?  What if choosing the wrong obstacles to overcome equals the death of joy?  Can People live without joy? Does not the beauty of Earth protect us from despair? How will future generations overcome despair if the beauty of nature is destroyed? Why do we toil and labor to create ruin?
MOVING MOUNTAINS — Two Steps From Hell – Thomas Bergersen
3min. 04sec.
Nevlamas . s
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Wherein shall future children dwell if People fail to learn how to overcome the corruption that may yet be the undoing of humans?
IN THE LANDS OF ASHES — Aquilus
11min. 55sec.
Ryusainttown
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Is overcoming evil a constant process against something formless and insidious, seductive?  Is evil only recognizable in overt violence? Can evil overcome the natural reticence of good people disguising itself in something as basic as learned attitudes and religion and traditions or perhaps as complicated as misinformation and the hidden meanings of language and myth or even a desire for revolution and change for the sake of ideology? What is required for people to overcome the desire to see only what is wished?
MERMAIDS — Pirates of the Caribbean On Stranger Tides — Hans Zimmer
8min. 04sec.
TheVigilantSentinel
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What broken hearts and hidden fears, what guilt and bitterness, what infirmities and pain, must People  overcome in order live? Is such courage always  discernible  by others? Are courage, spiritual strength,  fearlessness , and confidence, all the same qualities?  Can private grief ever be fully overcome? Is every act of care, every expression of love, every touch, an act of willful overcoming?
OF LOVE UNDONE — Twilight Kingdom — Lisa Gerrard — Marcello De Francisci
3min. 44sec.
bluelabyrinth1
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All People wrestle to overcome daemons  whatever forms they may manifest. And sometimes daemons must be fed to keep them quiet.
DAEMONOS —  ΔΑΊΜΟΝΟΣ  — Daemonia Nymphe
2min. 44sec
Raynevious Channel
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FOR MORE ABOUT OVERCOMING :
LISA OF THE LIGHT: Music Theme – Overcoming
JOHNNY:  Johnny
MADELINE: ♪Overcome – Music Themes
WILLOW:
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The applause at the end of this 2 Cellos video clip never fails to help me overcome a disgruntled mood by putting everything back in perspective.
One of my Little Brothers once told me  “If you want your message to be heard, you must speak to your audience’s listening.” He explained to me that I needed to say what I wanted heard, in such a way that it could be perceived from the point of view of the listener whose hearing was obstructed by their own prejudiced personal understanding.
THUNDERSTRUCK – by AC/DC  — Arranged & perfprmed by 2Cellos — Luka Sulic – Stjepan Hauser
4min. 58sec.
2CELLOS
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Gunga Din

Rudyard Kipling

Gunga Din

YOU may talk o’ gin an’ beer
When you’re quartered safe out ‘ere,
An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it;
But if it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots of ‘im that’s got it.
Now in Injia’s sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin’ of ‘Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them black-faced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.

It was “Din! Din! Din!
You limping lump o’ brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippy hitherao!
Water, get it! Panee lao!
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din!”

The uniform ‘e wore
Was nothin’ much before,
An’ rather less than ‘arf o’ that be’ind,
For a twisty piece o’ rag
An’ a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment ‘e could find.
When the sweatin’ troop-train lay
In a sidin’ through the day,
Where the ‘eat would make your bloomin’ eyebrows crawl,
We shouted “Harry By!”
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped ‘im ’cause ‘e couldn’t serve us all.

It was “Din! Din! Din!
You ‘eathen, where the mischief ‘ave you been?
You put some juldee in it,
Or I’ll marrow you this minute,
If you don’t fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!”

‘E would dot an’ carry one
Till the longest day was done,
An’ ‘e didn’t seem to know the use o’ fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin’ nut,
‘E’d be waitin’ fifty paces right flank rear.
With ‘is mussick on ‘is back,
‘E would skip with our attack,
An’ watch us till the bugles made “Retire.”
An’ for all ‘is dirty ‘ide,
‘E was white, clear white, inside
When ‘e went to tend the wounded under fire!

It was “Din! Din! Din!”
With the bullets kickin’ dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could ‘ear the front-files shout:
“Hi! ammunition-mules an’ Gunga Din!”

I sha’n’t forgit the night
When I dropped be’ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should ‘a’ been.
I was chokin’ mad with thirst,
An’ the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Gunga Din.

‘E lifted up my ‘ead,
An’ ‘e plugged me where I bled,
An’ ‘e guv me ‘arf-a-pint o’ water—green;
It was crawlin’ an’ it stunk,
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,
I’m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.

It was “Din! Din! Din!
‘Ere’s a beggar with a bullet through ‘is spleen;
‘E’s chawin’ up the ground an’ ‘e’s kickin’ all around:
For Gawd’s sake, git the water, Gunga Din!”

‘E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An’ a bullet come an’ drilled the beggar clean.
‘E put me safe inside,
An’ just before ‘e died:
“I ‘ope you liked your drink,” sez Gunga Din.
So I’ll meet ‘im later on
In the place where ‘e is gone—
Where it’s always double drill and no canteen;
‘E’ll be squattin’ on the coals
Givin’ drink to pore damned souls,
An’ I’ll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din!

Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Tho’ I’ve belted you an’ flayed you,
By the livin’ Gawd that made you,
You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

The Terrible Waters of Courage ——- by Bear

 

Though the Well of Courage is
Infinitely deep, and the Terrible
Waters of Courage are composed of Fear
And Pain and Hurt and Damage,
We are all hollowed by a fearful guiding thirst
An awful and powerful force,
 Which drives us to drink from this forever source,
The Terrible Waters of Courage in
The abysmal deep,
The Well of Courage.
 
But what a surprise do we find
When to taste of the
Terrible Waters of Courage
Is to enjoy the flavor of Love. 
Great Love is consumed
When we must drink
From the Fearful Well of Courage.
 
Yes, Love  is what we swallow
When we draught the Terrible Waters of Courage
Then we find that  Fear and Pain and
Hurt and  Damage are all
The Courageous Flavor of Love
Which is how it is when we drink from
The  fearful forever deep, 
The Waters of Courage residing in
The Well of Courage.