THE RIDE — Music Themes (oops — supposed to be THE DRIVE)

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JOHNNY chose the Music Theme THE RIDE for this week.  Oops, looks like Johnny said THE DRIVE, rather than the ride.  But I done did it this way.
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LISA OF THE LIGHT has chosen CONFIDENCE as the next Music Theme.
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Night Ride Across the Caucasus —  Loreena McKennitt
8min. 28sec.
amindenandel
LYRICS
Ride on Through the night Ride on
Ride on Through the night Ride on
(chorus)
There are visions, there are memories
There are echoes of thundering hooves
There are fires, there is laughter
There’s the sound of a thousand doves
(chorus)
In the velvet of the darkness
By the silhouette of silent trees
They are watching, they are waiting
They are witnessing life’s mysteries
(chorus)
Cascading stars on the slumbering hills
They are dancing as far as the sea
Riding o’er the land, you can feel its gentle hand
Leading on to its destiny
(chorus)
Take me with you on this journey
Where the boundaries of time are now tossed
In cathedrals of the forest
In the words of the tongues now lost
Find the answers, ask the questions
Find the roots of an ancient tree
Take me dancing, take me singing
I’ll ride on till the moon meets the sea
(chorus x2)
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BolyongóHoldrejtek — The Moon and The Nightspirit
6min. 32sec.
Raphael Davant
LYRICS
Anyagba merülő,
egekre feltörő
Bolyongó, álmodó
ember és varázsló

Hamvak közt parázslik,
szén-éjben kialszik,
csillagban kinyílik,
ég-mélybe lehullik

Semmibe rohanó,
sötétből fényt gyúró
Bolyongó, álmodó
ember és varázsló

Hamvak közt parázslik,
szén-éjben kialszik,
csillagban kinyílik,
ég-mélybe lehullik
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Go Forward — Whale Rider — Lisa Gerrard
5min. 53sec.
FrankFries07

Māori Whale Riders | Whales  
“whales.fieldmuseum.org/behind/people/maori-whale-riders
Accordingto this legend, Paikea (the whale rider) assumed his name from this humpback whale which rescued him after his brother tried to drown him at sea. The whale later carried Paikea to the east coast of New Zealand’s North Island, where he became the founder of the Ngāati Porou, a Māori tribe.”
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MY RIDE
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Where am
I riding?
Take me?
Do I ride
Into imagination?
Do I ride
Into tomorrow?
Do I ride
Into your memory?
Do I ride
Away from
Destiny?
Am I the rider,
The ride
The journey,
And destination?
Does the ride
Have ending?
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Bear … 04.29.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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JOHNNY:  Johnny
LISA OF THE LIGHT:Music Theme – The Drive / The Ride
MADDIE: ♪The Drive – Music Theme

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William Tell Overture — Rossini — William tell Overture Finale The Lone Ranger Meets Metal — 331Erock
3min. 16sec.
331Erock  It’s all just for fun.  Eric’s make up by Hayley Calderone.
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Ghost Riders In The Sky — Frankie Laine
3min. 16sec.
Nemesis2900 video clips from Ghost Rider.
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Uh Huh!!

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Uh Huh!
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You find what you seek
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Uh Huh!
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If you hunt for danger
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Uh Huh!
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Danger will be found
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Uh Huh!
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In tannic red waters
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Uh Huh!
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You think you can escape
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Uh Huh!
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Much is hidden in the dark
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Uh Huh!
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But YOU cannot hide
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Uh Huh!
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You will always be found
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Uh Huh!
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Because .. Oh yuck ..
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Uh Huh!
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You absolutely REEK
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Uh Huh!
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Pee-eee-uuuuu !!
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Uh Huh!.. Uh Huh!.. Uh Huh!..
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Bau! Bau busuk !
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Uh Huh!
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Uh Huh!

Bear …03.09.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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Bear … 02.17.2014 Tannic acid colors the water red. This is a walking path when the water is lower. Soon this path will be darkened by shade. The actual river cannot be seen from here.

too much .. ….. .. ….. .. ….. .. …..

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 too much
misery and pain
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too much
weariness and strain
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too much 
nothing  and no gain
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too much
hopeless and insane
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too much
too much
much much
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too much
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TOO MUCH
TOO MUCH
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MUCH MUCH
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much much 
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too much
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too much
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too much
togetherness alone again
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too much
unaware disdain
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Bear …02.26.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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Waiting for the Miracle — Leonard Cohen

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WAITING FOR THE MIRACLE — Leonard Cohen

Baby, I’ve been waiting,
I’ve been waiting night and day.
I didn’t see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I’m up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah I don’t believe you’d like it,
You wouldn’t like it here.
There ain’t no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it’s Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Waiting for the miracle
There’s nothing left to do.
I haven’t been this happy
since the end of World War II.

Nothing left to do
when you know that you’ve been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you’re begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you’ve got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let’s get married,
we’ve been alone too long.
Let’s be alone together.
Let’s see if we’re that strong.
Yeah let’s do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Nothing left to do …

When you’ve fallen on the highway
and you’re lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you’re doing
of course you’ll say you can’t complain —
If you’re squeezed for information,
that’s when you’ve got to play it dumb:
You just say you’re out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

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 Theme — All things TV

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1.   Where did you see THE WIZARD OF OZ?  TV of course.

Somewhere Over The Rainbow – Judy Garland 1939

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2.  Cowboy  Shows   RAWHIDE

Rawhide  — Frankie Laine

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3.   Cleaned up war in our living rooms:  M.A.S.H.

M.A.S.H.  theme song      Are you aware of the lyrics?

SUICIDE IS PAINLESS

Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see…
that suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
The game of life is hard to play
I’m gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I’ll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn’t hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger…watch it grin.
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
A brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
is it to be or not to be
and I replied ‘oh why ask me?’
suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
…and you can do the same thing if you please……

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4.  And of course a generation grew up with SESAME STREET

Outstanding performers, childhood enrichment programming , the Muppets, such persons as Nelson Mandela,  and characters like Ernie and Burt…

Stevie Wonder – Superstition live on Sesame Street.   Watch the child on the fire-escape.

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5.   RUSSIANS   Then there is the influence of TV that was not available in most homes , but with some technical cleverness some programming was available to an influential Irish composer/writer best known as Sting.   His friend’s hospitality in sharing the foreign programming in New York inspired this anti-nuclear holocaust song.

Sting – Russians (Live – Berlin 2010, HD)

Russians

In Europe and America
There’s a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets

Mr. Khrushchev said “We will bury you”
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
It’d be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too

How can I save my little boy
From Oppenheimer’s deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There’s no such thing as a winnable war
It’s a lie we don’t believe anymore

Mr. Reagan says “We will protect you”
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if the Russians love their children too

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Johnny      http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/10/07/music-theme-for-october-7-all-things-tv/

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Bear          https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/10/07/music-theme-all-things-tv/

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Eva            http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/10/07/all-things-tv-with-music-theme-hey-theres-people-in-that-box-howd-they-get-there-whats-that-sound/

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Erik brought this song up in a reply to comment on his blog,  but I think it belongs here, too:

http://erikandrulis.wordpress.com/

Frank Zappa – I Am The Slime – 1973

” I am gross and perverted

I’m obsessed and deranged

I have existed for years

But very little has changed

I’m the tool of the government

And industry too

For I am destined to rule

And regulate you

I may be vile and pernicious

But you can’t look away

I make you think I’m delicious

With the stuff that I say

I am the best you can get

Have you guessed me, yet?

I’m the slime oozin’ out

From your TV set

You will obey me while I lead you

And eat the garbage that I feed you

Until the day that we don’t need you

Don’t go for help : no one will heed you

Your mind is totally controlled

It has been stuffed into my mold

And you will do as you are told

Until the rights to you are sold

“That’s right folks Don’t touch that dial”

Well, I am the slime from your video

Oozin’ along on your livin’room floor

I am the slime from your video

Can’t stop the slime, people, lookit me go “

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Eleanor Rigby

The Beatles – Eleanor Rigby

Revolver 1966

Lennon/McCartney)

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there

What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

The Sound of Silence

 

Simon and Garfunkel —  The Sound of Silence (Original Version from 1964)

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools,” said I, “you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence”