Musical Themes: Meditation

Maddie  ♪Meditation – …   chose the theme MEDITATION for this week:

Meditation: The Wikipedia  version of what  meditation is   can be found here. But  what does  meditation mean to me?

Time to think  where I am , me this tiny  soul in the whole of things , in the Universe.

Life  love and being. To close my eyes and be at one with the entity of life. From the tiniest flower and insect to the

highest mountain and creature.

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First lets look at  the lost and lamenting

 

Fallen Delerium

Lamentation Delerium

Next lets explore the celebration of life

World without fear   Imogen Heap

Climb to Sakteng      Imogen Heap

Cycle Song   Imogen Heap

Finally  lets look at the mystical.

Give me love  George Harrison

What is life  George Harrison

My sweet lord  George Harrison

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Stars like dice

She picked the stars up like dice

Threw them once and threw twice.

Till they were scattered in the skies,

An amazing mix to beguile the eyes.

Then colouring a deep indigo

She made a stunning backdrop for the stars to show.

There was such a stunning light

And she decided to call it night.

She spread her arms out far and wide

And defied any soul to reach the other side.

All day she played at this

Every now an then she would ignite a sun with just a kiss.

Galaxy after Galaxy she set out within  her being.

She was unsure if she was travelling to, or fleeing.

Then she had a mad idea, made a planet green and blue and planted the seed for me and you.

Eventually she got bored and looked for some new employment she made oceans and land

And all of that was fine and grand.

But as she was growing tired

She made something less inspired.

From within her tired mind she created mankind.

By willow21

26 Nov 2011

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Music as Medicine. Sorry this is late.

I am going to start on a personal level. I was in hospital  for over a month four years ago and it was awful! I was frightened and even though all my boys, my  husband  and lots friends visited  me I was lonely. At that time  I had a page on LastFM  and all the messages of encouragement  and kind  inquiries after my health , helped me so much.

It was music that helped me  I could  not sit up and had to lie flat so reading  and watching TV  was difficult .  Lots  of music  and books on my ipod  . I truly believe that without the music I could not of got to where I am today . So to start here is one track that got me through, weeks in hospital  months and months of physio  and on going walking and gym. Thank you Imogen Heap you are a hero!

 

Imogen Heap

Next  is a silly  but truthful song  from the Film Mary Poppins, Spoon full of  sugar.  Music is always  a sugar  does and it always helps the medicine  taste better.

Julie Andrews from the film Mary Poppins.

Music as Medicine. Music in hospital , I would of been helped by this therapy.

Now Gregory Isaacs  with  the fabulous Night Nurse  such a relaxed  and in it’s own way happy song it just has to heal!

Gregory Isaacs

 

Healing music  to sooth the soul.

 


Robert Gupta: Between music and medicine. A talk well worth listening to.


Nawang Khechog – Music as Medicine


Sound Medicine – Solfeggio Healing Meditation Music; Celestia

 

My Dad always  told  me music  soothes  the fever brow. My dad’s word is good enough  for  me

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Contrast: Musical Theme for January 8 ( LATE (*_~) )

Contrasts, life is full of contrasts.  Everywhere you look, up and down, in and out ………….

Fade to Grey Visage

My girl The Temptations a song of contrasts

 

Contrasts in E minor
ampbell Middle School Advanced Orchestra! Festival of the woods
at Cy-Woods High School Friday May 7, 2010. Sarah plays the viola.

Michael Jackson, Black or White

Night and Day Billie Holiday

Opposites Attract Paula Abdul

Opposites for Kindergarden The Lear

The Opposit of me

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In and Out Marcus Canty featuring Wale

 

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New Musical Theme: The New Year all this old and New.

Death Has a rest, a short one.

He was tired, he was taken unaware.

Death was exhausted it had been a heavy year.

He was not sure at first but their gentle voices confirmed his fear.

Here was Hope and the New Year ,

Yes and they were seeping  love and kindness he felt weak at the knees and close to tears.

Come ,they said, and sit with us you look so tired and gaunt

He knew they would not be denied their chat, they would not be put off by a nasty taunt.

Feeling strangely grateful, not a feeling he knew well.

He took the weight off his bony feet which as usual hurt like hell.

Walking on those cobbled stones played havoc with his joints

It must be how a ballerina feels after dancing years on points!

They lit a fire because he looked cold,

Death hated to admit it but he was frozen to the bone and feeling so very old.

Well what use is a thin cowled cloak in minus zero.

For goodness sake he was not a super hero.

New Year, tiny, innocent and fresh eyes wide and her smile too, dressed

In warmly was she ever to be able to cope with the coming 12 months of mess.

She was so beautiful and so close to her friend Hope who was plump now

Hassle free this end of the year to do well they proudly vow

Their predecessors had not long left, Old Mother time and Hopelessness.

But right now he was happy to sit for a while and bask in their warmth, it was like a sweet caress.

It has been such a busy year, his three brothers, War, Famine and Pestilence had been very busy

As ever it was his job to collect the souls was enough to make you dizzy.

So many shootings and knifings , gangs and young people doing dreadful things

It almost pained him ..wait was that, an emotion swing!!

This will not get the dead collected he said as he bade them good night

Heading off to London to collect a sixteen year old lad from a fatal street fight.

Sad he muttered as he helped the lad from the gutter.

Was that a tear he asked himself, shocked.

No it must be rain, his tear ducts were long gone  never to be unlocked .

As he watched Hope and New Year set off on their path he sighed a huge sigh

He wanted to laugh he knew they would be old, haggard and changed soon and it  made him cry?

Reassuring his charge that all would be well, what? he felt another emotion,was that fear?

Again it has been hovering over his head getting ever so near.

So he took the boy who hardly had lived

While Hope and New Year took Pandora’s Box and opened the lid.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/12/29/death-has-a-rest-a-short-one/

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Hail Philosopher of  the Colours.
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Hail Philosopher of the colours. A rainbow man no doubt, afresh the canvas waits for you to shade in light and dark.
The old and tired grays and purples of things best forgot will lurk in corners and await their chance to burst forth.
If not imprisoned properly they will seep out and discolour the brightest vista and most happy moment, they show no remorse.
Just try harder as I do to block their poisonous course. The fresh and open page, the as yet perfect pallet will not stay that way for long.

In fact if you look closely you will see the corruption has begun.

Perhaps it never stopped? You can see all shades and colours hinted there, all darks and lights are slowly seeping through.In grief we turn and realize we can’t escape the old year’s ties.

Run, run as fast your brain can carry, you will not win but do not tarry.

Keep up the show and laugh and joke. For in reality your horrors surround you like smoke. Don’t slow, don’t appeal for help if you don’t flee you will choke.
Your path is set, your time is measured you cannot change the course. No helping hand is really there just hear the fortunes sing despair.
There is no change at stroke of midnight, there is no new, for time and date are man-made as is the human curse.
Just a long, long road we have to travel until we reach the end. Don’t waste effort on what has been or what has yet to come.
Grab each joy and use it to extreme. There is no future nor is there past they are gone or not yet here. The now is what you command; the only way to survive is live each moment make a stand.

Spread light and warmth, pass truth and love around.
As for good things use them now don’t let them slip away for dark is waiting in the wings. Remember, waiting to spill onto your unsuspecting page.

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Queen     It’s A Beautiful Day

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This will be our Year. The Zombies

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New Year New Hope.
escape

escape

And now we stand on the brink of the New Year.

Exposed,open hearted, eyes wide hiding our fear.

Take that first step into no man’s land

be brave and strong I am here at hand.

Who knows where tomorrow will take us.

Will it be joy or will it be sorrow or will the monotony shake us?

The leap of fate can for no man wait so come lets fly before it is too late.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/12/31/new-year-new-hope/

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New Year!

Life is like a merry go round

you swirl right up then you plummet back down.

The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance

and life goes on like a magic dance.

Time is a devil time is a thief

it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Look at the puppet who is she,

is she the doll or is the doll me?

Or am I the puppet master

I do not know which is which as I spin and dance faster

and fall into a ditch..

The minutes disappear as the hours fly by,

days turn to weeks then months as the year dies.

Suddenly we find ourselves at the very last tick,

time has run out and the candle is at the end of it’s wick.

Time is a devil time is a thief

it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Looking out to the horizon it cannot be seen

as it slowly advances  like a killing machine.

Devouring all in it way, leaving wreckage behind

I warned you did I not, time is cruel and unkind.

It ravages the landscape and dirties the towns

it sours your looks, spoils your figure and turns smiles into frowns.

If your not watching it plays tricks on you ,

it messes with your head and laughs at the things that you do.

Time is a devil time is a thief

it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

So once again we arrive at the edge of time

what is the point, but for the dates, what is before us is no different to what is behind!

What is the point of all this tadoo

tomorrow is tomorrow what ever you do.

The world should of stopped last year December twenty one

but we are still here so is the weather though I’m not sure about the sun.

Time is a devil time is a thief

it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

The world this New Years Eve is heavily in debt ,

there are wars a plenty, famine , disease and pain it will all be here tomorrow I bet.

So lift up your glasses and be of good cheer what was plaguing you today, tomorrow ……….  it will still be all here.

Time is a devil time is a thief

it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

You may remember last new years eve  Death took a rest  when he met with the New Year and Hope he basked in their naive  presence for a while shared their feelings and they made him happy , not something he experiences every day, they made him smile. Then time moved on and circumstances changed and Hope and the New Year grew older and tired. Hope became Hopeless and the New Year became the Old, worn out, used, bitter and cold.

So light your fireworks drink your toast

cling on to those you love the most.

Wave good bye to the ageing year and bravely step forth into a brand New Year.

Time is a devil time is a thief

it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Life is like a merry go round

you swirl right up then you plummet back down.

The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance

and life goes on like a magic dance.

Dance with the devil it’s the end of the year,

another will be along soon so you’ve nothing to fear!

Time is a devil time is a thief

it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/12/31/new-year/
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ABBA

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Black veiled Brides : New Year’s Day

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Susan Boyle

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So to you all my dear friends, old new and even those not met yet I wish you health joy and love for 2014.

I thank you all for your support and care and I hope I have been as much support to you all as you all have to me!

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Musical Theme: Secret fantasies and hopes!

I have always  felt I was  born  too soon. I have  always  wanted  to travel  the s

ar in the future. I also know  that  I have  always wanted  to be a heroine, a Captain Janeway  or Tara Thrace ( Starbuck) Princess Lea  to a lesser  extent!

Sadly  all I can  do  is dream of  being  a starship  or star fighter  pilot …………..

by willowdot21 in Poems Tags:  [Edit]

I wish

I wanted to fly a star fighter I wanted Starbuck’s uniform.

I wanted to fight the Cylons  watch their ships in flames over Orion at dawn.

I wanted to fly beyond the speed of light to curse swear and fight.

I wanted to play with hexagonal cards and drink liqueur and  stay up late  at  night.

I wanted to straith the Cylon’s rebirthing ship with diagonal fire.

I wanted to argue with my superiors and blow smoke in their faces.

I wanted to disarm Caprica  six she was the sexiest of skin jobs, boy did she get on my wick!

I need to lead a fleet of earnest pilots who would follow me to their death.

They would be my responsibility and I would protect them with my final breath.

I would never let them know that, though, I’d need to be aloof  and mean,

yes even if I loved them so, I’d not let that be seen.

I’d be so cool

I would love to look sexy in my vest and flight suit minus my top

I would love to excited the lads and bop bop bop!

I’d be happy teaching flight techniques

and how fire missiles and cannon and just how to stop a Centurion with a strategic oil leaks!

I would make your hair stand on end and your face truly blush

with the expletives I could throw at you if you annoy me out of my mouth they’d rush.

I would love to be the one who held the whole planet’s lives with in my hands,

Even if at first I had no idea that I was part of the gods secret plans.

The Angel of Death

I would take it on the chin to come back from the dead to everyone’s delight.

To be told I was the angel of  death by a mouthy skin!and after such a long flight.

I Would be so happy to be the heroine who leads her people to a new life.

Just to disappear and leave them on a green new planet  to start a new life.

For them to discover that to be their guardian angel was the point of my life.

Angel of life

Battle Star Galacttica

Carl Sagan’s  Cosmos

Their Ships have Souls

by willowdot21 in Uncategorized Tags:  [Edit]

I must of fallen asleep

for when I awoke I was in a castle keep.

As I looked out the windows to my delight I saw my pet crows out in flight.

I just could not believe my eyes I had missed them so.

They are my close confidants on Jupiter since I’d been left alone they had grown so very close.

I did not know this place this weird and lonely mountain range

the grey sky heavy with snow and my dearest crows here all of this is strange.

Behind me I hear a noise, it makes jump I turn around to greet my mother.

She is pleased that I knew she was there, to teach me to use my gifts she had taken care.

Why is she here  I ask though my heart is glad to see her face

I have missed her since she passed on to a better place.

‘Come’ she bade me ‘we have not much time,

the others are waiting  you are now part of the sisterhood divine’.

I approached a table long, it was surrounded by faces I knew,

sisters, my ancestors I could not help myself  I did not  know what  to do.

I silently called my favourite crow to my side.

As she gently alighted on my shoulder the relief I could not hide

she made me bolder.I took my place at the bottom of the table,

I was the youngest there to judge the power of  them all I was just not able.

The eldest present then arose and cried I have seen the future,

I have seen the enemy I have seen the end, all of the races of man had died.

She then shared her vision with us all it was as if the door of hell was opened wide

and I had to steady my crow to stop her fall.

Sweat as cold as ice enveloped me

I was appalled and terrified at what I could see.

My hands were taken from both sides my mother and grandma gave me strength

I sighed the whole sisterhood joined with me and show me more of that I did not want to see.

Once more I awoke but this time back on the ship with vessels

all around silently through space endless dark and cold we forged along

to meet the enemy to behold the vision I had just seen……………… I tell you now I was less than keen.

Space Exploration – Deep Space Disasters Documentary

Ambient Space music Julien H Mulder – Fragments

Starbuck 

Beneath this hard exterior there’s no soft marshmallow goo,  there beats a heart of stone.

There’s never been any support for me so what I’ve achieved I’ve done on my own.

My parent’s never cared for me much so I never make any deep ties.

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The only true love in my life is my star ship and the skies!

There is one man who could ever touch my soul but fate always intervenes ,

When I get together with Will Adarma  there’s usually ugly drunken scenes.

I think he only sees me as one of the lads,  so make out I don’t give a frack.

But I really fancy him, so ladies watch out or you’ll get my weapon in your back.

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We have to save the worlds from the evil Cylon attack

We had them beaten once , but they evolved and now they’re  coming back.

They have morphed  to chrome and blood all covered with skin.

They are clever now, they infiltrated Caprica  with spies

They blew up our worlds so we took the fleet and again flew into the skies.

In Space we regrouped and planned, and I got to work closely with my man.

I will lead what’s left of our pilots and beloved ships

I am the best star fighter pilot but the fracks won’t give me shoulder  pips.

It’s true I like a drink, gambling and a good cigar

I am damn good in bed I’ll give you a good time what ever rank you are!

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I am the best pilot as I have said before

I shall find the Cylon’s mothership and give the frackers what for!

I’ll rip the skin off Number Six and I’ll show her no quarter.

She beat the living crap out of me and then denied me even water.

I’ll lead you all to safety find you all another world

For I am really an angel that keeps her wings unfurled!

I am that star you see at night  when it is darkest before the dawn.

I am the one who will shoot straightest so none of you need be forlorn.

I am the mighty Starbuck , Kara Thrace is my real name .

But what ever you call  me I shall save you all the fracking same!

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THE PLANET EATERS

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by willowdot21 in Poems Tags: , [Edit]

The Planet Eaters

They came, the planet eaters, they trundled on and on

they came upon us quietly so at first we did not notice anything was wrong.

The were tall and they were frightening with a wiry and metal shape,

they crept up on us silently and left us wide eyed with mouth agape.

Where once was green meadow is now just dust and sand.

Where flowers bloomed and trees grew is left, just barren land.

People stood in horror they could not believe their eyes.

Those who stood in their path were killed, onlookers shuddered at their cries.

Soon the animals disappeared none left to be found

no birds in the sky, no fish in the sea nor bug from underground.

Supplies of food and petrol became something to fight for

and without electricity and gas there soon began a war.

Neighbour fort neighbour family betrayed their own

and very soon no where was safe and no where was even home.

The people did not last long a few went underground

but the planet eaters killed them as they burrowed under ground.

They drained the world completely of every visage of life

nothing left but dust where once all things live were rife.

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MusicalTheme: Humans.

Now  please  don’t tell Bear, Eva,  Deborah  or Johnny  that I am running so late with this post on humans ! I do have excuses but you don’t need to hear them!

Right  then shall we start! 

Firstly  I wanted to put up Bjork’s Human because it is one of my favourite songs and  videos sadly it has  been used so I am posting  a Japanese cover  by Hajime Chitose close your eyes and it could be Bjork  ……. Open  your eyes it could be Bjork!  (*_*) 

Now what makes humans  different  from  practically all animals……… they have sex  for fun  and not because their  bodies tell them too , well not all the time. 

This  song needs no explantion……….. No it does not!  Forgivness  maybe  but not explanation ! The Bloodhound  Gang  , The Bad touch

So what do we do  that animals don’t :  we lie , we cheat  and hurt.

We hurt each other  we fight wars  and hurt our  children 

We abuse our own children, even in  the most evolved  societies. 

PLEASE BE AWARE , UPSETTING AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND CONTENT. THE PHOTOS ARE FROM THE INTERNET AND ARE NOT ABUSED CHILDREN AS FAR AS I KNOW.

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INVISIBLE

Invisible that what they called her

Invisible , she is dead now, is that fair.

Everyday  the nice  lady came

She knew,  she did, she heard her use her name.

Evie is asleep her mother carelessly said

Yes Evie is asleep…..Pour Evie was dead.

Lucky was she  if she got the scraps

She was so thirsty  her lips were just chaps.

Frightened each day out of sight she hid

At school no one took notice of the things she did.

Evie  was wasting away  before everyone’s eyes

Stealing from bins, sleeping in class no  one heeding her cries.

Up in her room cowering in the dark

Storming up the stairs, again his hands leave  a mark.

Whimpering and shivering  no point to make a sound

Evie  does not want attention,praying not to be found.

The pain  from his cigarette burns make her want to cry

Cold, tired hungry this child prayed to die.

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He is always tired, dozing in class  and accident  prone

His parents are the perfect couple , how is he at home.

He is so clumsy covered in cuts and bruises

Mummy only feeds him  when she chooses.

Daddy can’t stand him so he keeps out of sight

It is better that way, Mummy can’t protect him she has given up the fight.

His teacher is worried the child is so thin

Just look at those bruises, he is nothing but bone and skin.

Talk in the staffroom , what can be done

You need to be careful no one will back you if you get it wrong.

To hell with the rules she can’t stand watching this anymore

So she calls the police and the headmistress and tells them what she saw.

Visits are made every week can we see James . No he’s asleep!

Little James can hear this help , but to get down from the cupboard  is too big a leap.

James is away with his nanny you see

Having fun at the seaside, in the sun running free.

He is too tired, and too hungry to cry

He is invisible , and invisible he will die.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/invisible/

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But we can be good we help each other and we can care , most of us do care and do help. 

 

Death by Aid

Tiny little fingers in the dust, huge eyes so sad begging for your crust. You are so hungry you need it for you but this is your child, who you can’t deny, true?

Hunger gnawing at your bones like cancer spreading fast. You worry if you’ll be strong enough to find water, as what you have just will not last.

No one is going to help you, your sons and daughters gone for soldiers.These two left will escape that fate as they will not grow much older. Your milk dried up, your belly empty. It hurts so much to walk but walk you must, you can’t stop. The baby at your breast has long since ceased  crying. This sweet young child clinging to your skirt is dying.

Where is the help  that was promised where is the aid that you need. You have walked days now with no hope of helping your children not even to feed. The baby needs medicine the western doctors dispense  you have to flee from your home just were is the sense.

War at your left side famine at your right , politicians and corrupt leaders uncaring of your plight. Had you stayed they would of killed you or worse …OH! my poor children your birth is your curse.

Standing at the top of the hill you can see a straggling encampment a red cross flag flying still. You put down the baby his soul already flown to your husbands arms now, at least not alone. You need to rest  but your aim is in reach . You lay in the dust next to your babes, close your eyes  just ignore the flies.

Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is  the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.

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But it is still happening, isn’t it . Many say that is life that is the human lie………. Is it really.

Well I suppose I should finish on a happy note……….. Let  me see Humans are always hopeful . So lets have  a couple of songs of hope. Firstly a song  from the Decemberists . Sons  and Daughters. As I hear this song  after  either  a huge war or a huge calamity those that are left  get together to start again . I love this  song  and this a beautiful human video!

Now  I am finishing  with some  advice  the best I have ever had! “Better Get To Livin’ ” When I was at the lowest  edd of my recent  life I came across this wonderful video . Obviously  made  by a lovely young man, who I hope is well happy  and living  a good life taking Dolly Parton’s advice 

Goodness this lad his smile and Dolly’s  words have saved me more than once!!

Okay  sorry this was not my usual entree  but  love hugs  and good vibes to you all !! Oh! and yes  BETTER GET TO LIVIN!

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Bear:         We Begin             http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-themes-human-beings-on-earth/

Bear:         We Continue       http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-themes-human-beings-of-earth-we-continue/

Eva:           What is human   http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/human-what-is-that-being-a-theme-essay-with-musical-side-effec ts/

Deborah:  The Humans       http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-theme-for-november-13-the-humans/#comment-755

Johnny:     Everything           http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/everything-human-music-theme-111313/

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Okay People  the next Musical  theme  is , Animals , shall we say for the 26th Oct.

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