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Aaaahhhh the music that to our souls doth speak... May 15, 2005 7:27 AM

Aaaahhhh the music that to our souls doth speak...What music or song now speaks to you about your loved ones that have passed on? Today I was listening to my favorite classical piece, "Ecologue", conducted by William Boughton, Played by the English String Orchestra and Martin Jones on piano. I was listening to NPR radio one morning in my truck after stepping out of the the post office and the music made me suddenly stop what I was doing and with it's beauty made me think of the high's and lows to her life and I became emotional at the loveliness the song possessed just as she had in life and still is I would think when she stepped from this life to the next. peace & blessings---ginger

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Tears flow May 15, 2005 8:01 AM

Music has always had a special meaning for me.  My mother, a musician, says there are three kinds of people - those who don't care about music, those who like music, and those who have it in their souls.  Several songs have had particular meaning for me since Laurel was killed and always bring me to tears:  What a Wonderful World (I hear babies cry and watch them grow - they'll learn much more than I'll ever know), Part of My WOrld from Little Mermaid (we saw the premiere as a family - Ariel reminds me a lot of Laurel in her naivety), Amazing Grace (by the Jack Daniels Silver Cornet Band, a group we had all enjoyed at a music festival - we played their arrangement at her funeral), and a song titled I'll Hear Your Voice (always brings me to a total state of crying and emptiness, but I love it).  Since I am a believer in God and his promises, some religious music has touched me deep in my soul, particularly gospel music.  [ send green star]
 
What a coincidence, Tim and Ginger! May 15, 2005 9:19 AM

We all love classic music and old songs!  Several musicians belonged to my mother's family: her Dad was a maestro at the Music Conservatory, her Mom was a soprano, one brother was an organist, and the other played the basson! In fact, it was through music that my parents met!  Here's the story:

Dad's best friend, Achille, decided to take private piano lessons and convinced Dad to come along and study singing.  So they both signed up with Granddad!  Achille was an OK student, but how can someone actually learn the piano at 30 years of age?  Actually, he was only doing it for fun, so it didn't matter to him whether he was making little progress...  Dad, who had always been a proud perfectionist, instead, really tried hard!  Mom said that his was the worst voice she had even heard!  So, one day, she stepped in to see who it belonged to!  To make a long story short, they were married within two years and he promised he'd never sing again!  Would you believe it?  He kept his word!! But during my infancy and growing years, I remember him playing Wagner and Beethoven most of all!

Giuliana aka Princess Little Rock

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I still have the hardest time listening to Jewel's May 15, 2005 3:22 PM

I still have the hardest time listening to Jewel's song, "Hands". I had given my niece the CD of Jewel's before they left our place and "Hands" was the song they played at her funeral. It has such pretty lyrics. Thank you Tim & Guiliana for responding with your songs of favor and love.

Tim, I do believe in God too, but struggled before she passed and no longer struggle with my belief system anymore.

Here are the lyrics to the song, "Hands", by Jewel.

Hands
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they re not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after

We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are Gods eyes
Gods hands
Gods mind
We are Gods eyes Gods hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands

Jewel©1998®

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Thank you May 15, 2005 4:20 PM

Thank you, Ginger - beautiful lyrics!  [ send green star]
 
My Father loved this song May 15, 2005 4:27 PM

Old Dogs and Children and Watermelon Wine

"How old do you think I am," he said?
I said, well, I didn't know.
He said, "I turned 65 about 11 months ago."

I was sittin' in Miami, pouring blended whiskey down
When this old gray, black gentleman was cleaning up the lounge.

There wasn't anyone around, except this old man and me.
The guy who ran the bar was watching Ironside on TV.
Uninvited, he sat down and opened up his mind
On old dogs and children and watermelon wine.

"Ever had a drink of watermelon wine," he asked.
He told me all about it, though I didn't answer back.
"Ain't but three things in this world that's worth a solitary dime,
But old dogs and children and watermelon wine."

He said, "Women think about themselves, when men-folk ain't around.
And friends are hard to find when they discover that you're down."
He said, "I tried it all when I was young and in my natural prime,
Now it's old dogs and children and watermelon wine."

"Old dogs care about you even when you make mistakes.
God bless little children while they're still to young to hate."
When he moved away I found my pen and copied down that line
About old dogs and children and watermelon wine.

I had to catch a plane up to Atlanta that next day.
As I left for my room I saw him picking up my change.
That night I dreamed in peaceful sleep of shady summertime,
Of old dogs and children and watermelon wine.

For MIDI, Go To Jerry's Eclectic Jukebox


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Yes, music soothes my soul.... May 15, 2005 6:20 PM

May I join in?

My mother used to play piano for church in that old fashioned way, with lots of chords. Her favorite song was "How Great Thou Art". I can still hear her singing it and my eyes are misting and my heart is heavy. But, I, too believe she is in heaven with God, so I can celebrate her happiness at being out of pain and in a better place.

Why is it I still miss her so?  

--Karen C. 

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 July 13, 2005 10:09 AM

I hope that it was ok to reactivate this thread???  The day after Rudy died, his friends held a candle light ceremony for him at "the tree."  They put together a montage of songs for him and burned them on a cd.  On the cd were "I'll be missin you" by that rapper Puff Daddy I think his name was, that by far is the one I hear most still to this day.  On the cd was also, Free Bird by the Eagles, and several other songs. Each of his friends put on it a song that held a meaning to them of their friendship.  My copy of that cd means so much to me, and is listened to all the time.  [ send green star]
 
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