1. |
Change
04:41
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Change
A late and lonely figure stains the snow,
Into the thickening darkness dims and dies.
Heavily homeward now the last rooks go,
And dull-eyed stars stare from the skies.
A whimpering wind
Sounds, then's still and whimpers again.
Yet 'twas a morn of oh, such air and light!
The early sun ran laughing over the snow,
The laden trees held out their arms all white
And whiteness shook on the white below.
And now night's fall'n, the west wind begins to creep
Among the stiff trees, over the frozen snow;
An hour--and the world stirs that was sleeping,
A trickle of water's heard, stealthy and slow,
First faintly here and there,
And then continual everywhere.
And morning will look astonished for the snow,
And the warm wind will laugh, "It's gone, gone, gone!"
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2. |
Recovery
03:52
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Recovery, a poem by John Frederick Freeman
couplet 1
Where are you going with eyes so dull,
You whose eyes were beautiful,
You whose hair with the light was gay,
And now is thin and harsh and gray?
couplet 2
Is it age alone or age and tears
That has slowly rubbed your beauty away?
You whose hair with the light was gay,
And now is thin and harsh and gray?
chorus
But if sweet singing on your ear stray,
Or the praise is uttered of yesterday,
Or of courage and nobleness one word said--
Like a cloud Time's ravage is brushed away.
couplet 3
Where were you going when your swift eyes
Were like merry birds under May skies?--
In your cheeks the colours fluttering brave
As you danced with the wind and ran with the wave.
couplet 4
Now is your beauty a thing of old,
The fire is sunken, the ashes cold.
From what bright star was your brightness caught?
What to your music the music gave?
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3. |
Eyes
05:51
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Eyes (by John Frederick Freeman)
A winter sky of pale blue and pale gold,
Bare trees, a wind that made the wood-path cold,
And one slow-moving figure, gray and old.
We met where the soft path falls from the wood
Down to the village. As I came near she stood
And answered when I spoke, drawing the hood
Back from her face. I saw only her eyes,
Large and sad. I could not bear those eyes.
They were like new graves. I could not bear her eyes.
But what we said as each passed on is gone.
We looked and spoke and passed like strangers on,
I to the high wood, she towards the paling sun.
And there, where the clear-heavened small pool lies,
And the tallest beeches brush the bending skies,
In pool and tree I saw again her eyes.
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4. |
Sperling V2
04:53
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5. |
Smile At Me, Please...
01:41
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Stay with me, please don't go, don't leave me now,
Stay with me, stay with me, will you please stay with me now,
Please look at me, remember me, smile at me, please,
Stay with me, stay with me, oh please.
Once we were together all the time, please don't go,
But if you can't stay, please remember how it was, once before.
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6. |
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Never forget
those haunting words
still echo in my head
since like a tomb
the sun can’t shine
inside a closed off room
So I hide my face
where false shadows
won’t taunt my eyes
with lies anymore
Your memory is now part of me
but this hole you left just bleeds misery
for the joy we cannot share anymore
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7. |
Never Give Up
04:04
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this is my life,
nothing but pain and grieve,
people don't understand
what it is to have these feelings.
have to fight on my own
on my own
but I tell you, yes I do,
tell you I'll never, never give up.
trust me, trust me, trust me please,
never will I give it up
never give up, never give up, never!
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8. |
A Serenade
03:48
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A Serenade
Like to serenade the future
Like to serenade the soul
Came in images, came in shapes
Like to serenade the people
Like to serenade their goal
Came through whisperings, came through cries
Like to celebrate the differences
Like to celebrate the faiths
Shown in colourings, shown in praise
Like to celebrate the rituals
Like to celebrate the trades
Shown in tapestry, shown in tales
Through a veil of shadows see a new day rise
rising up rising up rising up rising up rising up
Through a veil of tears see the old day shine
shining through shining through shining through shining through
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9. |
No Fear
05:24
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First couplet:
Imagine a world with no religion,
Imagine no suicide bombers,
no nine eleven, no seven seven,
no Crusades, no witch-hunts,
no Gunpowder Plot,
no Indian partition,
no Israeli/Palestinian wars,
no Serb/Croat/Muslim massacres,
no persecution of Jews as 'Christ-killers',
no Northern Ireland 'troubles',
no 'honour killings’.
Imagine no Taliban or ISIS to blow up ancient statues,
no public beheadings of blasphemers,
no seven one two thousand fifteen,
no Paris massacre,
no Brussels terrorist attack,
no religion.
Imagine a world with no religion.
That would be a world without fear.
Imagine a world without religion.
That would be a world without fear.
Chorus:
Don’t let fear rule your life, (2x)
it’s the worst thing you can do,
don’t let it rule.
Don't let fear rule your life.
Second couplet:
Don't let fear rule your life,
it’s the worst thing you can do,
don’t let it rule.
Speak out without fear,
write what you want without fear,
spray your graffiti without fear,
draw your cartoons without fear,
make music without fear,
dance without fear,
go downtown,
go out for dinner,
have a drink with friends without fear,
go to the pictures without fear,
take the subway,
fly in an airplane without fear.
You can do that in a world without fear.
A world without religion.
That would be a world without fear.
A world without religion,
That would be a world without fear.
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