To what are you currently listening?

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ts aquinas

#915
October 05, 2013, 06:53:07 PM
[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6WK5TnTDVY&list=PLvr38JEt0_WRQfrJq4yoQLD_nNIOB216Z[/yt]

That's why they call me... Bad Company. I can't deny.  8)

Bonaventure

#916
October 08, 2013, 11:46:17 PM
"If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me."

Basilios

#917
October 09, 2013, 05:06:15 AM
I love Bad Company. Used to listen to that song all the time. Too bad some of their other songs are a bit raunchy (just a few on the best hits album).
Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth: and a door round about my lips. Incline not my heart to evil words.

Pheo

#918
October 11, 2013, 12:46:55 PM
Wow.  This was already one of my favourite Liszt transcriptions, but...

The first encore from her October 1st concert.

[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxKGaC5reSg[/yt]
Son, when thou comest to the service of God, stand in justice and in fear, and prepare thy soul for temptation.

Bonaventure

#919
October 13, 2013, 10:32:55 PM
"If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me."

ts aquinas

#920
October 13, 2013, 10:50:05 PM

Basilios

#921
October 14, 2013, 10:41:40 AM
Cute girl. Great 90's song. Listen for dem feels.

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Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth: and a door round about my lips. Incline not my heart to evil words.

Heinrich

#922
October 14, 2013, 03:53:54 PM
Schaff Recht mir Gott und führe meine Sache gegen ein unheiliges Volk . . .   .                          
Lex Orandi, lex credendi, lex vivendi.
"Die Welt sucht nach Ehre, Ansehen, Reichtum, Vergnügen; die Heiligen aber suchen Demütigung, Verachtung, Armut, Abtötung und Buße." --Ausschnitt von der Geschichte des Lebens St. Bennos.

Heinrich

#923
October 15, 2013, 04:37:09 PM
Schaff Recht mir Gott und führe meine Sache gegen ein unheiliges Volk . . .   .                          
Lex Orandi, lex credendi, lex vivendi.
"Die Welt sucht nach Ehre, Ansehen, Reichtum, Vergnügen; die Heiligen aber suchen Demütigung, Verachtung, Armut, Abtötung und Buße." --Ausschnitt von der Geschichte des Lebens St. Bennos.

piabee

#924
October 19, 2013, 11:45:46 PM

Bonaventure

#925
October 19, 2013, 11:53:05 PM
Lyrics mean much more to me now than when I heard this song for the first time five years ago

[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcN2rSSrvQw[/yt]
"If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me."

The Harlequin King

#926
October 23, 2013, 06:33:59 PM
I recently encountered this group, which basically rap in Occitan (a dying language in southern France, made famous by the medieval troubadours):

[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80o739niNIA[/yt]

MilesChristi

#927
October 23, 2013, 06:52:20 PM
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

MilesChristi

#928
October 24, 2013, 10:23:22 PM
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

MilesChristi

#929
October 25, 2013, 09:23:43 AM
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
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