A Look From Above A High Mountain
from a high mountain
a valley lies where the angels have just started singing
as a choir
i hear the the strings of the lyre
and then the trumpets and the flute in between
the innocent lyrics of the angelic voices
penetrating the chambers in our hearts
we feel so light
we are saved from the wreck of the sinking ships of the past
we look forward to the refreshing gales
to the touch of the gentle tendrils
a certain sadness somehow starts to pain us a bit
we are looking for you
why are you not here with us?
why did you abandon us? why are you listening to the sound of death?
there must be answers and we are sad and waiting
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ministriles de marsias: stral fungente d amore
Ten angels praising
Ten angels singing
Alleluia alleluia alleluia
Praise be God
Praise be God
Of the MOST HIGH
Angelic voices
Pure pure pure
I am listening
My neck is growing
Giraffe like
My thorax is
Inflamed
The sound of heaven
Is to me, unbearable
Praise be God
Praise be God
I am listening and my ears are growing
Elephant like
I am flapping my spirit
The sound of heaven
Is to me, uncertain
Praise be God
Praise be God
The Most High
I marvel at the sound of ten angels singing
I marvel at the sound of the angels praising
My heart is growing
My body is shrinking
My brain is shrinking
Look! Look!
Praise be God
Praise be God
The Most High
I am a huge heart
Jumping with joy
Filled with holy air
Like a rubber ball bouncing to the sky!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Shepherd Boys Story
oh little shepherd boys, the animals are in your keep
oh little shepherd boys, why do you weep?
you saw the star and the angels on high
with a choir behind them, filling the sky.
you saw baby JESUS laying in the manger
surrounded by three kings, who were total strangers.
you saw mother MARY with her face all aglow
you was in the presence of our savior,
of which you did know.
the kings had given HIM gifts of gold
frank incense and myrrh.
but you had none of these things which you could share.
so you picked up your flute and you started to play.
and to this tune, the angels did sway.
they danced in the sky, with such joy in their hearts
and of this 'you was a big part'.
so do not weep, but give thanks to GOD
for you was there from the start.
that glorious day you had become shepherds of men
and your will, they could not bend.
you was the last two apostles of which
they did not know.
you spoke to all that would listen of that beautiful night
of when you witnessed JESUS in his infancy of might.
you brought men to seek the apostles
for the story of CHRIST
and listening to them, their hearts would enlight.
you and your flute are in GODS kingdom now
and they dance to your heavenly sound.
praise to you little shepherd boys.
poem by Louis Rams
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Diddy Doo Wop
Lyrics & music: daryl hall, john oates
Look at me, i'm running
Ooh, what have i done
Oh, i must have hurt someone
Dark in subway station
Gimme place to hide
Oh, i hear the voices deep inside
And the voice is singing
Diddy doo wop oh oh oh oh oh
Diddy doo wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when i stop
Keep singing diddy doo wop
Charlie liked the beatles
Sam, he liked rich girl
I'm still hung up on the duke of earl
Reaching for the handle
Slicing through the air
Oh, the doo wop voices everywhere
Oh, the duke is singing
Diddy doo wop oh oh oh oh oh
Diddy doo wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when i stop
Diddy doo wop
I hear the voices
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Diddy Doo Wop (I Hear The Voices)
Lyrics & Music: Daryl Hall, John Oates
Look at me, I'm running
Ooh, what have I done
Oh, I must have hurt someone
Dark in subway station
Gimme place to hide
Oh, I hear the Voices deep inside
And the Voice is singing
Diddy Doo Wop Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Diddy Doo Wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when I stop
Keep singing Diddy Doo Wop
Charlie liked the Beatles
Sam, he liked Rich Girl
I'm still hung up on the Duke of Earl
Reaching for the handle
Slicing through the air
Oh, the Doo Wop Voices everywhere
Oh, the Duke is singing
Diddy Doo Wop Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Diddy Doo Wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when I stop
Diddy Doo Wop
I hear the Voices
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Salvation Sought
Alone in the dark my soul does weep,
My will to live is growing weak,
The sins of my heart clog my veins,
My blood runs slow I feel no pain,
Like death does prowl from in the dark,
To halt my pain with moves so stark.
To steal my essence and rob my eyes,
Of this dreamers melancholy disguise.
But wait! If the answers are so clear,
Why is my soul still wailing here?
My silent screams pearce the night,
Won't someone lead me to the light.
And then a sound from way on high,
True love I hear my soul does sigh.
An angel swoops with gentle grace
She carries me to a higher place.
I reach for her in my time of need,
My broken heart it starts to bleed.
For something new and oh so grand,
I crave the touch of her soft hand.
Tears once bitter now so sweet,
For her alone my heart does beat.
I cried alone into the night,
And fate sent you to be my light...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Listen
I hear the
Whispering of the ocean’s waves and
The rhythm of the rays of the sun
Striking the pathways upon
Which I walk while
I try to find
Who I am and when
My spirit shall rise from
Memories of the past that
Sear my very soul and
Above the screaming of
My thoughts that echo throughout
The chambers of my madness;
I search for an answer to my silent tears that have
Filled my eyes so that I am blinded and
Cannot see what the future holds-
Past memories of abuse, pain and
Terrifying delusions are fading and disappearing
And carried away within a gentle breeze-
I may never touch the sky or
Find myself a saint or crowned a queen and
I will surely die someday and
Never be remembered-
I am content inside the world of my thoughts,
The changing of the seasons is musical and
Magical to me-
As the sun throws its rays in every direction
And as I feel my spirit rising and escaping from
The depths of past nightmares,
I look up at the sky and see that
All of the clouds have vanished-
Angels are singing each their own arias as
I am grateful and satisfied to be
Hearing the whispering of the ocean’s waves,
As I believe I have found who I am-
The pathway upon which I walk carries me
Towards the new life filled with hope and joy that awaits me-
I may not know what the future holds but in my own way-
I have touched the sky as the ocean’s waves have washed my tears away-
I shall live my life to its fullest as I am rewarded to be here
Just listening to the ocean’s waves whispering as they
Lap against the shore to carry the sadness of past memories away…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Angels
Are there angels in the clouds up high
lookin' down on me?
Can they see a soul that's lost down here
and do they hold the key
to take away my worries, take away my pain
and shower me with sunshine, take away the rain?
I can't pray to angels in the clouds up high.
They're just too far away.
There are too many souls lost down here
and all they do is pray.
The angels are too busy singing an angelic song.
Our problems here are endlessly much too long.
And so my mind hesitates
and maybe that is wrong
but all the music that I love
is like an angelic song.
And maybe they will hear it
and an exception will be made.
They'll gather me up with filmy wings
and my worries all will fade.
And I will survive the silence
that loving you has made.
I will survive the parting
and what it's done to me.
For the angels will decide my case
and help me to be free.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Barefooted
walking barefooted
on broken glass....
playing a flute;
listening, listening,
for the sound of
the Lover's voice....
waiting, for the familiar
touch, for the smell
of the last rose opening
as the wings of autumn
approach.... listening,
for the sound of my own heart,
or the sound of planets evolving;
waiting for the gift of emptiness,
and the dance of flesh on flesh....
walking barefooted
on broken glass....
whispering to the stillness!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Old Black Joe
1 Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
2 Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
3 Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
4 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.'
5 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low:
6 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.'
7 [Solo] Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain
8 Why do I sigh that my friends come not again,
9 Grieving for forms Now departed long a go?
10 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.'
11 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low:
12 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.'
13 [Solo] Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
14 The children so dear that I held upon my knee,
15 Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go.
16 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.'
17 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low:
18 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.'
poem by Stephen C. Foster
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Overnight Angels
(ian hunter)
In the heat of the indian summer
Out along the appalachian way
You can hear the sound of the overnight angels
As they pray
Charged by the light of some mariners lantern
Spitting out a cold but triangular spray
Cant you hear the screams of the overnight angels
As they play
Talking to the spirits through a silver curtain
Reaching out beyond the length of the light
You can catch a glimpse of an overnight angel
As he shines
Dancing through the toys of the dead and the living
Laughing at the poets changing their rhymes
Cant you feel the pulse of the overnight angels
Beating time
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels
Children of the junkies led the revolution
Push yourselves over get yourselves there
Someone throw their arms round the overnight angels
Cause they care
Angels dont need no phony religion
Throw them out along with the ethnic nowheres
They will never speak to the overnight angels
They can only stare
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Overnight angels
Overnight angels
Talking about
The overnight angels
(fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Revelation
An angel with a wounded wing
And drops of blood
Can be a fraction of image,
Delved into a pulsatile light,
Having a duality that absorbs everything.
The pain of that angel
Is inside of me.
I can feel it
As a touch.
The light of a burning candle
And the drops of its wax
Keep the angel's incurable sadness.
His sadness is a dropp of love.
I see this angel
And I abandon my words.
I keep them enclosed in ideas
For ascesis.
I abandon my ideas and I keep them
Enclosed in my prayers
For ascesis.
I abandon my feelings
And I keep them in my soul
They are my feelings of love..
I see the wing bleeding,
I love my angel of light,
I feel the light,
That absorbs the darkness....
I'm in absorption...
poem by Marieta Maglas
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It's Christmas And I Miss You
It's Christmas and I miss you
Your memory
Still lingers on
You're not really gone
And this message
Will find you
Through space and time
This love lives on
Here and beyond
And I will hear you
When Christmas bells are ringing
I will touch you
Though we're far apart
And I will feel you
When I hear the voices singing
Like magic when I'm dreaming
You are here
An angel in my heart.
But it's Christmas and I miss you
How simple it used to be
Just you and me
But when the bells ring
I will hear you in the music
When the angels sing
It will be our song
I will call you
With a love across the ages
I find the words beyond the pages
To describe my love
But it's Christmas and I miss you
Bridge: No one can tell where this road will lead
I guess we should follow our hearts
I'm not sure of much, but I know one thing
Nothing can keep us apart
And I will hear you
When Christmas bells are ringing
I will touch you
Though we're far apart
And I will feel you
When I hear the voices singing
You're a shining star burning in my heart
And when the bells ring
I will hear you in the music
When the angels sing
It will be our song
And I will hold you
With a love across the ages
I find the words beyond the pages
To describe my love
It's Christmas and I miss you
song performed by by 38 Special
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How Sad This World Of Beauty Might Have Been
How sad this world of beauty might have been
How sad the leaves that do not know the beauty of their own green names
How sad the sound of sadness in its sinking down
How sad when no real sadness makes sadness so real
How sad and less than glad are we all
Savoring our own sadness-
Let it go away
Let it play elsewhere
Let joy and laughter make sadness a forgotten moment
Let joy and laughter even be our song to ourselves
Let's try
A new world is waiting for those capable of writing and listening to a poem
That has not a single note of sadness left in it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Of Sonya And Tracy
i am reading your lyrics
and like mifael and candice
i hear the guitar strings of tracy
i see a lover waiting for you
at the crossroad of longing
i can smell the kinkiness of hair
the strong song of a man
agains this dark horizon
singing his soul singing himself
see his soul see his self and
then the music stops and then
sonya you hear the birds singing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nine Voices
Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
On a beach
North africa
Nine tribesmen stand alone
Waiting for a distant call
Waiting for the world to answer
Thru' the night of a thousand stars
Encircled by the light
They began to sing a new song
Of forces that surround us
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
When the sun came up they sang
As the perfect calendar says
Each had the power of people
Speaking new languages
They gave forgiveness meaning
New ways of letting go
Each child is born for greatness
With forces that surround them
This voice
This dialogue
This voice
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
His voices
This dialogue
This voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices
song performed by by Yes
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Nine Voices
Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
On a beach
North africa
Nine tribesmen stand alone
Waiting for a distant call
Waiting for the world to answer
Thru' the night of a thousand stars
Encircled by the light
They began to sing a new song
Of forces that surround us
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
When the sun came up they sang
As the perfect calendar says
Each had the power of people
Speaking new languages
They gave forgiveness meaning
New ways of letting go
Each child is born for greatness
With forces that surround them
This voice
This dialogue
This voice
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
His voices
This dialogue
This voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices
song performed by by Yes
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Born To Touch Your Feelings
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
I was born from the sound of the strings
For someone to give everything
To be a song just for your feeling
Close your eyes and Ill try to get in
To waken your heart like the sping
cause I was born to touch your feelings
Steal the time, take a song and be glad
Be free as the birds, dont be sad
Your time will come, Ill make you feel it
Youre still young like the sun after rain
Follow the light its not in vain
And you will see Ill touch your feelings
Youve got your songs
They are everyday for awhile
Just the only way to feel all right
Youve got your songs
They are everyday for awhile
Just the only way to feel all right
You were born just to lose or to win
To be someones chime in the wind
To live between your mind and feelings
Find your way, check it out
Learn each day
Follow the light, its not in vain
And you will see Ill touch your feelings
Youve got your songs
They are everyday for awhile
Just the only way to feel all right
Youve got your songs
They are everyday for awhile
Just the only way to feel all right
I was born from the sound of the strings
For someone to give everything
To be a song just for your feeling
I was born from the sound of the strings
For someone to give everything
To be a song just for your feeling
song performed by by Scorpions
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Beautiful White Candle (Symbol Of Heaven)
When I light this white candle
to say my bed time prayer,
It shimmers beautifully,
Filling the room with love,
Shines through the darkness,
spreading comfort all around
my room,
I feel peace and love,
I feel protected and safe,
Knowing this beautiful
candle will shield me,
Chase away the darkness,
Surround me with heavens light,
Chase away those dark shadows,
As I say my prayer I hear
angels singing,
Spreading all the glory,
I feel no more fear,
knowing that they hear my
every thought and every prayer,
Even my every wish is heard,
It is a symbol of heaven,
A telephone call to heaven,
I know that they are always near,
Listening carefully to every word,
Singing to me cheerfully to say
For they are here and everything
will be safe,
Knowing heaven will always be right by
my side,
Watching, listening and waiting
for me to light this beautiful white
candle,
When I say another prayer.
poem by Derek James
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Amazing Grace
In the little town where I am the Preacher
every Sunday we are open
we sing what we call our healing hymn.
It is the last hymn of the service
and before we sing it, I ask everyone
to think of someone who is not well.
Whether they are at home or in hospital.
I ask them to picture in them in their mind
the person whom needs God’s help in some way,
and as they sing it,
think they are singing it to them as well as our Lord.
The hymn we sing is Amazing Grace,
what we call our healing hymn.
We raise our voices high without accompaniment.
If you heard us singing
you would not find a wrong note sung by anyone.
Instead, you would hear a choir of voices
like a heavenly choir.
24 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Voices
Worlds going through some changes
I see so many things that
I dont understand
And people - have got to feel the power
We got to take our lives back
Into our own hands
This is no time for silence
We got to be stronger
We cant live with the violence
We cant live with the fear
Chorus
Voices - I wanna hear them calling
From the highest mountain
Over land and sea
Voices - I wanna hear them calling
Hear the sound of freedom
Calling out to me
Life - just turns in a circle
If we look for solutions
In the mistakes of the past
And now - we got to look to the future
We got to find the answers
We got to find them fast
So put the wheels in motion
If you wanna make changes
Out across the ocean
Let your words ring out
Chorus
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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