To what are you currently listening?

Started by Bonaventure, December 26, 2012, 09:40:16 PM

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Gardener

"If anyone does not wish to have Mary Immaculate for his Mother, he will not have Christ for his Brother." - St. Maximilian Kolbe

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Pheo

Salve Regina solemn tone by some FSSP seminarians.  Pretty simple droning, but it adds a lot.

Son, when thou comest to the service of God, stand in justice and in fear, and prepare thy soul for temptation.

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Bernadette

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"Angel Standing By," by Jewel. From her Lullaby album.

[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXxFIQV0y8Q[/yt]

I love this album and this song. So soothing. :) I bought it at Walmart years ago and it has stood me in good stead.
My Lord and my God.


angelcookie

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Quote from: Bernadette on June 23, 2017, 09:59:48 AM
"Angel Standing By," by Jewel. From her Lullaby album.

[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXxFIQV0y8Q[/yt]

I love this album and this song. So soothing. :) I bought it at Walmart years ago and it has stood me in good stead.

I sing this to my babies :) from her other album though, sounds a little different.

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Carleendiane

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But this is great and I love it, and my husband's arrangement: YOU'VE LOST THAT LOV'IN FEELING
To board the struggle bus: no whining, board with a smile, a fake one will be found out and put off at next stop, no maps, no directions, going only one way, one destination. Follow all rules and you will arrive. Drop off at pearly gate. Bring nothing.

MilesChristi

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.

Matto

Because Neil Young was mentioned in another thread, I listened to this:
[yt]https://www.youtube.com/embed/J2z7LXpAX3Q[/yt]
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