U2 . Where The Streets Have No Name. Album, Joshua Tree.


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I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel, sunlight on my face
See that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name

We’re still building
Then burning down love, burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
(It’s all I can do)

The cities a flood
And our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled into dust

I’ll show you a place
High on the desert plain

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name

Still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love

And when I go there
I go there with you
(It’s all I can do)

Songwriters: PAUL HEWSON, DAVE EVANS, ADAM CLAYTON, LARRY MULLERN (PKA U2)

Atlas (Shrugged), Cold Play, The Hunger Games Sound Track.

Hunger Games

Some saw the sun, Some saw the smoke, Some heard the gun, Some bent the bow, Sometimes the wire must tense for the note, Caught in the fire, say oh We’re about to explode. Carry your world, i’ll carry your world. Carry your world, i’ll carry your world. Some far away Some search for gold Some dragon to slay Heaven we hope is just up the road Show me the way, lord because I am about to explode Carry your world, I’ll carry your world Carry your world, I’ll carry your world
Carry your world, and all your hurt.

Panis Angelicus. Bread of Angels. Luciano Pavarotti. Tenor Extraordinaire.

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Panis Angelicus fit panis hominum, Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum, O res mirabilis! Manducat DominumPauper, pauper, servus et humilis, pauper, pauper, servus et humilis. The angel’s bread becomes the bread of men. The heavenly bread ends all symbols, Oh, miraculous thing! The body of the Lord will nourish the poor, poor, and humble servant,  the poor, poor, and humble servant.

. The Bread Of Life.

Ke Boshile Aaji, Who has stolen my heart? Vocalist, Kanika Bannerjee. Poet, Philosopher Rabindranath Tagore.

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Ke boshile aaji hridayashone bhubone shoron probhu, Jagaile anupamo shundorshobha he hridoyeshor. Shohosha phutilo phulomonjori shukhono torute pashane bohe sudhadhaara. কে বসিলে আজি হৃদয়াসনে ভুবনেশ্বর প্রভু,–জাগাইলে অনুপম সুন্দর শোভা হে হৃদয়েশ্বর ॥ সহসা ফুটিল ফুলমঞ্জরী শুকানো তরুতে,পাষাণে বহে সুধাহারা ॥ Who has filled my heart today? Is it God?  Indeed it is He who has awoken truth, beauty, wonder in souls gathered before the assembly. Of  this he creates his abode. Hope for existence rose in the form of a thousand flowers making hard earth whole. In the funeral hall, holiness reigned.

Aaj Jhorer Raate, This thunderous night, Vocalist, Rashid Khan. Song by Rabindranath Tagore, Poet.

Tagore, Poet of Bengal.

Rabindranath Tagore, Poet of India.

 In this stormy night our soulmate has set out on his sojourn to meet the ultimate companion. The sky cries out in despair, I, sleepless….open the door every now and then to wait for His arrival. Āji jhaṛēra rātē tōmāra abhisāra parānasakhā bandhu hē āmāra..Ākāśa kām̐dē hatāśasama,nā’i yē ghuma naẏanē mama-duẏāra khuli hē priẏatama,cā’i yē bārē bāra..Bāhirē kichu dēkhitē nāhi pā’i,tōmāra patha kōthāẏa bhābi tā’i.Sudūra kōn nadīra pārē gahana kōn banēra dhārē gabhīra kōn andhakārē hatēcha tumi pāra..

 

 

Chandrama Lalat Par, The moon revealed in the night. Kinare kinare kinare kinare dariya, kashti baandho re. Boatman place the anchor now, the harbor is here. Raag Yaman. Vocalist, Pt. Ajoy Chakravorty.

 

Shiva and bride Parvati.

Lord Shiva and bride Parvati.

 Chandrama lalat para, suni puja kara, bhujange sira jata jhute dhara kara chaman baaje chandrama lalate para suni puja kara, sira jata kara damaru baaje thrishool veena kadhara annge sohe badha bara Paravati nath Shiva shumbho niraaje chandrama lalat re ga ma dha pa… para sohe chandrama sohe puja kara karaje para, dhara damaru baaje chandrama, thrishool veena kadhara re ga ma dha a,…thrishool veena kadhara bhujanga ghara sire jata jhute damaru baaje. Chandrama lalat para suni puja kara. The moon in the night when revealed evokes worship. Within the glory of Shiva’s locks where the full moon rests brings  joy to the heart. Its song is heard throughout the world. The moon in the night when revealed evokes worship.  The sound of the Lord is expressed in the drums in his hands, and His spear and harp give accompaniment. In the corner is His beloved wife Parvati who is forever bound.  The revealed  moon instructs human beings to worship Lord Shiva. God. New bandish:  Kinare kinare kinare kinare dariya, kashti baandho re, mojaye par ulphath mai, e kadara meherbani begune rang rangile aashe nari kinare, kinare kinare dariya..Boatman, the harbor has arrived, place the kinare3anchor now. I have  come here in desolation trying to escape the footsteps of evil men who expected reward. God I am near you at last, Boatman take us over now.

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Plutarch, 45 AD–120 AD. Moralia. “Whether an Old Man Should Engage in Public Affairs.”

Plutarch Law

Plutarch Law

Or on the need for an absence of cunning.

When contests are before us, an excuse casts down our manhood into abysmal gloom. But inasmuch as our shrinking from the contests of political life and our various infirmities furnish innumerable excuses and offer us finally, like “the move from the sacred line” in draughts, old age; and since it is more especially because of this last that these excuses seem to blunt and baffle our ambition and begin to convince us that there is a fitting limit of age, not only to the athlete’s career, but to the statesman’s as well, therefore think it my duty to discuss with you the thoughts which I am continually going over in my own mind concerning the activity of old men in public affairs, that neither of us shall desert the long companionship in the journey which we have thus far made together, and neither shall renounce public life, which is, as it were, a familiar friend of our own years, only to change and adopt another which is unfamiliar and for becoming familiar with which and making it our own time does not suffice, but that we shall abide by the choice which we made in the beginning when we fixed the same end and aim for life as for honourable life — unless indeed we were in the short time remaining to us to prove that the long time we have lived was spent in vain and for no honourable purpose.

For the fact is that tyranny, as someone said to Dionysius, is not an honourable winding-sheet; no, and in his case its continuance made his unjust monarchy a more complete misfortune. And at a later time, at Corinth, when Diogenes saw the son of Dionysius no longer a tyrant but a private citizen, he very aptly said, “How little you deserve your present fate, Dionysius! For you ought not to be living here with us in freedom and without fear, but you should pass your life to old age over yonder walled up in the royal palace, as your father did.” But a democratic and legal government, by a man who has accustomed himself to be ruled for the public good no less than to rule, gives to his death the fair fame won in life as in very truth an honourable winding-sheet; for this, as Simonides says, last of all descends below the ground,  except in the case of those whose love of mankind and of honour dies first, and whose zeal for what is noble fails before their desire for material necessities, as if the active and divine qualities of the soul were less enduring than the passive and physical. And it is not right to say, or to accept when said by others, that the only time when we do not grow weary is when we are making money. On the contrary, we ought even to emend the saying of Thucydides and believe, not only that “the love of honour never grows old,” but that the same is even truer of the spirit of service to the community and the State, which persists to the end even in ants and bees. For no one ever saw a bee that had on account of age become a drone, as some people claim that public men, when they have passed their prime, should sit down in retirement at home and be fed, allowing their worth in action to be extinguished by idleness as iron is destroyed by rust.For example, used to say that we ought not voluntarily to add to the many evils of its own which belong to old age the disgrace that comes from baseness. And of the many forms of baseness none disgraces an aged man more than idleness, cowardice, and slackness, when he retires from public offices to the domesticity befitting women or to the country where he oversees the harvesters and the women who work as gleaners.

But apart from all this, they are mistaken who think that engaging in public affairs is, like going to sea or to a war, something undertaken for an object distinct from itself and ceasing when that object is attained; for engaging in public affairs is not a special service which is ended when the need ends, but is a way of life of a tamed social animal46 living in an organized society, intended by nature to live throughout its allotted time the life of a citizen and in a manner devoted to honour and the welfare of mankind. Therefore it is fitting that men should be engaged, not merely have ceased to be engaged, in affairs of State, just as it is fitting that they should be, not have ceased to be, truthful, that they should do, not have ceased to do, right, and that they should love, not have ceased to love, their native land and their fellow-citizens. For to these things nature leads, and these words she suggests to those who are not entirely ruined by idleness and effeminacy: This webpage reproduces the essay, Whether an Old Man Should Engage in Public Affairs by Plutarch as published in Vol. X of the Loeb Classical Library edition, 1936.  The text is in the public domain.

Birkat Cohanim, Priestly Blessing. Avraham, Abraham Fried.

Birkat Kohanim: (I was a child, now I’m old, and I have never seen a righteous person in need of bread.)

 

 

 יברכך ה” וישמרך יאר ה” פניו אליך ויחונך ישא ה” פניו אליך וישם לך שלום ..ירושלים . ישראל .יהודי
Bless the “Yar Oishmrc the” face you Oihonc carry the “face to you and put in
you peace .. Jerusalem. Israel, Jew.

 

 

 

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