And Am I Born To Die

Lyrics to And Am I Born To Die
And am I born to die
To lay this body down
And as my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown

A land of deepest shade
Unpierced by human thought
The dreary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot

Soon as from Earth I go
What will become of me
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my fortune be

RIP Starman

For the Creative: A collective shock was felt when David Bowie passed this past Sunday, a couple days after his 69th birthday. Choir! Choir! Choir! teamed up with the Art Gallery of Ontario to pay tribute by singing their original arrangement of Space Oddity with 500+ singers. Performance was in Walker Court and here’s how it sounded, looked, and felt.

Interesting commentary found on Word on Fire Blog about Bowie’s death and his last works. His last album shows glimpses of hope for a starving soul.

quoted from the piece:”Most of us are familiar with Bowie’s life and know that, like many rock stars, he was was no paragon of moral virtue, and much of his art was morally questionable at best or downright blasphemous at worst. But despite all of this, he was nevertheless very human – he was searching for hope and meaning in a world that often denies both. Throughout his song, hopeful glimmers pierce through the darkness, especially the beginning and ending verses that serve as reassuring bookends…..We can take heart from this artistic glimpse of hope that David Bowie left us, as well as from these words that his wife wrote on Instagram shortly before the news of his death broke: “The struggle is real, but so is God.”

Best song on Black Star (in my humble opinion):  I Can’t Give Everything Away


Happy Thanksgiving From Lightsmyway

Eternal Father, I offer you the Body and and Blood, Soul and Divinity of your dearly beloved Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ, in the atonement for our sins and for those of the whole world.

For the sake of his sorrowful passion, have mercy on us and the whole world.

Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy Immortal One, have mercy on us and the whole world.

Music from of the weapons of criminals

Pedro Reyes of Mexico City recycles weapons — many of them seized from criminals — into musical instruments of what could be a post-Apocalyptic orchestra.

But that’s not all, he and his team pump out hard-driving Latin-flavored music with the new instruments that would sit comfortably in any playlist.

Ray Everitt – My Dad

Hopefully still living, my dad in South France singing scat on youtube (2010)….I’m flipping.- Found on Feast of Saint Anthony of Padua, best known as the patron saint of lost items or people, wink 😉