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ESSSENTIAL — Music Themes

Our Music theme this week is: ESSENTIAL.
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Is it ESSENTIAL that we all like the same things?
THUNDERSTRUCK — 2CELLOS

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Is romantic love ESSENTIAL?
LOVERS — House of Flying Daggers—Kathleen Battle — Shigeru Umebayashi

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Can ESSENTIAL freedoms be maintained or crafted within new or even forced allegiances and frameworks?
THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY — Dead Can Dance — Lisa Gerrard

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Is rain water ESSENTIAL?
THEY CAN MAKE IT RAIN BOMBS— Agnostic Mountain Gospel Choir

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Is mining Mother Earth’s body ESSENTIAL?
YOU’LL NEVER LEAVE HARLAN ALIVE — Ruby Friedman Orchestra

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Is retribution ESSENTIAL ?
VEDERGÄLLNING — Garmarna

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Is death ESSENTIAL?
SAA MAGNI — Oumou Sangare

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Lisa: Music Theme – …
Johnny: Essential – Music …
Maddie :   ♪”Essential&#8221 …

Lisa has chosen TRANSITIONS for next week’s theme.
I shall be away from the computer for a while. please forgive me for m absence.
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…And fun? Is fun Essential?
DANCE ALL NIGHT WITH A BOTTLE IN YOUR HAND — Chance McCoy and The Appalachian String Band

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Enthralled

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To escape this mess

Which replenishes

Itself expanding

In exponential

Doubling lives

That kill

I shall interrupt

And digress

And drink coffee

And swing my feet

While sitting on

The bulldozed porch

Of your memory house

Or in the ashes

Of my ancient

Burned Tangerine Tree

Or relaxing reposed

In the Aspen Grove

That hides

Quaking shimmering

Under side-walks

And grocery stores

I shall speak to you

Or no one and jabber

Adult nonsense

Hello I am fine as

I pretend not to weep

You will recognize me

By the smile in my eyes

As I sit trapped

On the floor entralled

By children

Drowning in laughter

I cannot rise

Above such moments

Which are

Eternity preserved

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Bear … July 2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Cleansing Whispers

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There are
People
Whose
Spirits
Are so
Exquisite
That small
Movements
Of their
Bodies
Propagate
Waves
Of beauty
Traversing
The universe
Forever
These
Gorgeous
Beings
Cleanse the
Cosmos
With
Whispers
Knowing
Of this
Phenomena
Refreshes
My soul
My heart
Is bathed
In light
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Some of you, who have inspired this small poem, might even read it.
When you do read of your effect on the cosmos, you will know YOU are
One of these gorgeous human beings. I thank you for your beautiful light.
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Bear … 07.03.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Flow To the Ocean

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Why do I not swim?
Have I grown too old,
Too heavily burdened
With memory,
Memories of dancing
In these life waters?
I have become as flotsam,
Swept along by the beauty,
Flowing with words
That I swallow, choking.
Music fills my ears
So that I cannot hear
Your anguished cries.
The work, too constant,
Too strenuous has dragged
Me under in whirlpools
Of despairing fatigue,
While even love no
Longer sustains me.
Helpless, I am part
Of the rushing river,
I flow to the Ocean.
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Bear … 06.13,2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Sweet Manchèt Phrases

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What foresight
Is working
Through
Tangled
Language,
The distraction of
Forgetfulness,
To reveal nothing?
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Is your love
A bitter truth
Requiring
Wakefulness
With closed eyes,
Unaware
Of spirit
Loosened?
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What is
Organizing
Just below
Stubborn habit,
Numbing
Reality,
Hiding foolish
Love unbalanced?
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Is righteous
Revolt
A futility of death,
Of chaos,
Of sacrificial love,
Slowly coalescing
Into acceptable words,
Into greeting cards?
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An out of tune orchestra
A cacophony of
Worthless hopes, 
And sweet manchèt phrases,
Enèji sovaj getting louder,
Over whelming melanj mo ,
A wild meaningless crescendo,
Is this my personal madness?
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Bear . . . 06.06.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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melanj mo = word mixture
manchèt = machette
Enèji sovaj = Wild energy

The Nothing Beyond Your Expereince

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Greater than your love
Is your fear of helplessness.
You justify yourself with reasons
And your preferred, deserved activity.
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I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
All of your love.
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Your cold feigned indifference,
Becomes empty comfort withheld,
Substituted with your own needs for
Reassurance, and soothing ego strokes.
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I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
Your great strength.
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You want appreciation, adoration,
To be honored for your cowardice
As a misled  hero, you are stoic while
You hide in oblivious ignorance.
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I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
All that you know.
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You appear to suffer doing everything
Your own way,  knowing  you have
Been abandoned by your stoppered ears.
My cries, you say, you can not hear.
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I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
What you can hear.
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What you refuse to see is unreal.
It isn’t your burden to carry.
How can you have sympathy or care
About phantasms and silly emoting?
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I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
Your magnanimous care.
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You do not know where I live.
You have made up reasons for your
Absence, for your banishment of the
Unbearable, your ego is piled as stone walls.
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I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
The wall that isn’t there.
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Lies provide warmth for the cold,
Cold fear masquerading as
Contempt for my pain. Beyond your
Experience there is nothing.
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I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
Your experience.
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I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
All of your love.
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Bear … 05.25.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Coat Of Many Colors

COAT OF MANY COLORS —-  Dolly Parton

COATY OF MANY COLORS by Dolly Parton
Back through the years
I go wonderin once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn’t have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldnt wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss
Chorus:

My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldnt understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn’t understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me

 

Music Themes: LOVE

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kuwômôyush k’hpáyash — Joanne Shenandoah

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SAME OLD SAME OLD — The Civil Wars

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DANCE ME TO THE END OF LOVE — Leonard Cohen

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A HINI A GARAN — Denez Prigent – Liza Gerrard – Sarac`h

A HINI A GARAN = THE ONE I LOVE (Bretonne)
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EAVESDROP — The Civil Wars

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SCENT OF A WOMAN – Tango — Itzhak Perlman – arr. John Williams — Por Una Cabeza — Carlos Gardel

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TALKING IN YOUR SLEEP — The Civil Wars

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GEORENN AR MARV — Denez Prigent – Mare Boine

GEORENN AR MARV = I AM WAITING Brettonne and Saami
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