Meeting Benches World art in all forms
FROM THE NEW WORLD (Antonin Dvorak) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuM2oKIuAOM
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Antonin Dvorak – Symphony No. 9 in E minor – FROM THE NEW WORLD
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Mykola Lysenko, the Taras Bulba Overture
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdPQR25nnKs (Mykola Lysenko)
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Rhapsody, by Sergej Vasil’evič Rachmaninov
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgtEUr_n9vM (Sergej Vasil’evič Rachmaninov)
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: The Sea, by Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis
THE SEA (Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BY4o2G6hmaQ
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Infant Holy, Infant Lowly – Polish song, by Kamila Klein
INFANT HOLY, INFANT LOWLY Infant holy, for His bed a cattle stall. Oxen lowing, little knowing Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Swift are winging angels singing, Nowells ringing, tidings bringing, Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping, vigil till the morning new. Saw the glory, heard the story,tidings of a Gospel true. Thus …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Gotta be me, by Mason, Persson, Alkenas & Molinder
GOTTA BE ME Yeah! Come on! You and me are meant to be. Like a brand-new board and the awesomest wave. Thing is, honey, I’m your need, Forever chilling and trying to catch some waves. Without you, I sing the blues. ‘Stead of rock, rock, rock, rock, rock ‘n’ roll. So I’m hoping you’l miss me too, and your down …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: The Swan of Tuonela, by Jean Sibelius
THE SWAN OF TUONELA A segment for a 1940 film, Fantasia. A piece used as introductory music to the BBC radio production of Lost Horizon. The Swan of Tuonela, it is an 1895 tone poem (part of the Lemminkäinen Suite). The music paints a gossamer image of an animal – a swan – swimming around Tuonela, the island of the …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: I sing I swim, by Seabear
I SING I SWIM When the birds are sleeping, that’s when the trees sing, you left your winter clothes, and your teeth marks in my skin. So shake the leaves, off the trees, watch them float down the stream. Your son, your daughter, swimming in the water, and I miss you, even when you’re around, I’m a black cloud, sending …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Guantanamera, by Joseito Fernandez
GUANTANAMERA Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma, y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma. Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera, mi verso es de un verde claro, y de un carmin encendido. Mi verso es un ciervo herido, que busca en el monte amparo. Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera, cultivo una rosa blanca, en Julio como en Enero, …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – The sound of silence, by Simon & Garfunkel
THE SOUND OF SILENCE 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, beneath the halo of a street …
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