Music Dedications

[dancer (dancer)]

One for ex GGWO'ers (substitute Baltimore for New York)

The World that I know
(Collective Soul)

Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all the kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.
I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why.

Are we listening
To hymns of offering?
Have we eyes to see
That love is gathering?
All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one.

So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below.
And I laugh at myself
As the tears roll down.
'Cause it's the world I know.
It's the world I know.

[david_munson (david_munson)]

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I am a Phil Keagyfan.I also love the music of Jon Polce.Such an annointing.

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[mrsdrysdale (mrsdrysdale)]

Lindell Cooley is awesome too.

[itstimetomoveon (itstimetomoveon)]

poetic justice
just promise to me neil that you mean the edge
is your resting place.....

[sojourner (sojourner)]

Fernando Ortega is wonderful, I still love Sting.
I don't think of music as "Christian" or "Non-Christian" those are descriptions of people, I think of music as uplifting, engaging, stimulating, calming or discordant, disturbing, brash and invasive. It's all about how it affects me. I love good acoustics and vocal harmonies and I love solid rock and roll that's done well. Oh well, if everyone gives me a penny for my thoughts maybe I would have a downpayment for a new car!

[nonotone (nonotone)]

My topic music pics:

1) "Slip into Spring" from the Riverdance score
2) Bach Oboe Concerto
3) "Bitter with the Sweet" by Carole King
4) "Things We Leave Behind" by Michael Card
5) "Devotion" by Earth Wind &amp; Fire (live version)
6) "What a Shame about Me" by Steely Dan
7) "Living for the Love of You" by the Isley Bros.
8) "You're the Biggest Part of Me" by Ambrosia
9) All Haydn
10) Brouwer's Guitar Estudios

[sojourner (sojourner)]

Hey another insomniac!
I will look into some of those when I have time Brian. Nice to see you, (in a manner of speaking).
Hello Anne, I need a massage!
Patricia

[nonotone (nonotone)]

... and a song dedication for you Patricia (my #11)

"The Lazarus Heart" by Sting.

... just finished listening to Brouwer Estudio's 1-4. I'm actually listening to "Biggest Part of Me" right now ... and you might guess that on the eartly level ... it's definitely Anne'!

Brian

[boss_martian (boss_martian)]

My "topical" music TOP 10 is (drum roll, please!):

1. "I Don't Wanna Go Down To The Basement" Ramones

2. "The Regulator" Clutch

3. "In My Place" Coldplay

4. "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue" written by Bob Dylan, but I like Them's (Van Morrison) version.

5. "Effigy" Creedance Clearwater Revival

6. "Power and Freedom" Iggy Pop

7. "Like A Rolling Stone" again, written by Bob Dylan (go Zimmy!), but I prefer Jimi Hendrix's version.

8. "One More Time" Jon and Vangelis

9. "Minneapolis" Lucinda Williams

10. "Red Temple Prayer (Two Headed Dog) Roky Erickson (the title of this song sounds pretty heavy, concept-wise, but is total nonsense. Kind of like Carl........)

Boss Martian

[minutus (minutus)]

This is one of my favorite songs, by Renaissance, which reminds me of the TBS/GGWO/FACTNet experience. Dedicated to all you diamonds cast aside in the pursuit of lesser riches by small men:

DAY OF THE DREAMER

Falling around me lay, parts of my life
I'm leaving them all behind
We leave with the night
Living in strange ways
Has cast me aside
I cry in another world now
I must search for all my days gone by

Chorus:

Dreamer lead me ever closer
Here is where I belong
Inside my own existence
I have been for so long

Voices that call to me, lay silent to hide
Soon I will hold them close
With words from my eyes
Living in hope of you
Loving you now
You are my waking thoughts
I lay with you in my sleeping hours

Chorus

I stand and gaze upon your smile
A deep reflection
Held in my soul as a child
To grow within the warmth of love
Long forgotten
Tears flood your eyes in a moment
Dreamer, I become as one within you
To lose you far away

I stay inside your heaven now
No longer lonely
Once more I'm safe in your arms
To feel your touch
Across my mind
Fills me only full of desire for my being
Dreamer, really all that needs a meaning
To feel us sail away

Chorus

[forte (forte)]

Sing a song for the wrong and the wicked and the strong and the sick, as thick as thieves.
For the faceless fear that was never so near, too clear to misbelieve.
Well the sea is jumping salty and the porpoise has the blues,
my recollection's faulty and I cannot find my shoes.
And my wiring is misfiring due to cigarettes and booze,
I'm behind in my dues, I just now got the news.
He seems to tell us lies and still we will believe him,
then together he will lead us into darkness, my friends.

Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down.
Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down.

The man says stand to one side, son, we got to keep this big ball rolling.
It's just a question of controlling for whom the bell is tolling.

Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down.
Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down.

There'll be suffering and starvation in the streets, young man.
Just where have you been, old man? Just look out of your window, man.

Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down.
Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down.

Well, it ain't nobody's fault but our own,
still, at least we might could show the good sense
To know when we've been wrong, and it's already taken too long.
So we bring it to a stop then we take it from the top,
we let it settle on down softly like your gently falling snow
or let it tumble down and topple like the temple long ago.

Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down.
Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down.

[dancer (dancer)]

itstimetomoveon

Have to see the video to understand I'd say. I use to tell my wife the video showed how even people like me took life to seriously about the wrong things.


Have to stand back and laugh.

On the subject of who I like:

First and highest is Rich Mullins. I love a lot of Christian music. Since I got seperated from my wife I rediscovered groups like Kings X (cross you americans who don't read well), funny somebody mentioned Keaggy. I was a huge fan. But none of his rock stuff. His acoustic is some of the best playing in the world.

I think the idea there is Christian and non christian is silly. There is sacred, and there is Christian lyrics. But to say one is a certain spirit and one is not, is really odd to me.

I like everything from Mike W. Smith to Nirvana. I love James Taylor, I love Harcore bands like Fugazi( DC fame for you non punks) and things like Alicia Keys are great.

It is nice to be ecclectic. What a bore to be in a box. Go ask some of the cookie cutter Christians who think when the sing Awesome God or like they are singing a song written by a mainstream Evangelcal Christian. Nope they are singing a song made famous by a real Christian who was a chain smoker who grew his hair long and died giving his money away to the poor.

Oh well..

[whitehorses (whitehorses)]

dancer says
Have to stand back and laugh.
.................................

im glad to see a smile on your face neil! http://www.factnet.org/discus/clipart/happy.gif

[dancer (dancer)]

long story but I figure I can't do my God given call if I am always so depressed. My whole reason for living has been helping people. I can't do that if I in such a state I can't see past the pain.

I've always understood part of my make up was real compassion, not something taught not something learned. The problem with compassion is it can be a real curse. It can carry you away from life. I think carrying about others carried away me from people I love. Mainly my wife. But somehow I have to find that laugh inside to. I think Jesus had compassion but I bet he knew how to laugh as well.

I think the people who landed on Factnet might be guilty like me of taking life so seriously they don't sit back and laugh at themselves. Its part of being real and part of being human. When you get so serious you can't see the humor in things you need to.

That last line is a little real. You need to learn how to laugh even as the tears roll down.

The only time I ever seen my big brother cry hard was at my fathers funeral. I was laughing through a lot of it. Some of the great wacky stuff he did!!!!

So I am crazy! So what most of you are crazier than me and don't know it yet. I get a laugh out of that!!

[david_munson (david_munson)]

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I really love the blues.
Stevie Ray Vauhn's version of Little wing tops the charts for me.
Music gets into my bones.

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[jim_kennedy (jim_kennedy)]

IT
(Peter Gabriel)

When it's cold it comes slow
It is warm just watch it grow
All around you
It is here. It is now.

Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down
Like a supper it is cooking in your home town
It is chicken, it is eggs
It is in between your legs
It is walking on the moon
Leaving your cocoon
It is here. It is now.

It is a jigsaw, it is purple haze
It never stays in one place,but it's not a passing phase
It is in the singles bar in the distance of a face
It is in between the cages, it is always in a space
It is here. It is now.

Any rock can be made to roll
If you've enough of it to pay the toll
It has no home in word or gold
Not even in your favorite hole
It is hope for the dope
It rides a horse without a hoof
It is shaken, not stirred
Cocktails on the roof

When you eat right fruit, you see everything alive
It is inside spirit with enough grit to survive
If you think that it's pretentious you've been taken for a ride
Look across the mirror Sonny before you choose decide.
It is here! It is now!

[dancer (dancer)]

Love Pete Gabriel! just incredible!

U2, Peter Gabriel, Tori Amos (Baltimore Punk Chick who plays piano, whose father is a Methodist Minister) etc is what makes you just simply wonder where the talent comes from. Its just plain not fair.

But then again there some tortured souls there. Tori Amos tells the story of how she was suicidal and ready to jump out of a window, she calls Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails and tells him, he lets her know that he has already tried but that the windows don't open at that hotel.

I listened to Sinead O'Conners cover of Nirvana's "All Apologies" today. Just made me realize that having a thirst to live beyond the pain and the heartache is worth it. You see the other side and go "Wow I made it where these people who hurt me, and those who made fun of me wouldn't dare travel".

Such is life.

[bob_brinton (bob_brinton)]

I really like Peter Gabriel. He knows how to be disturbed, how to dig at the psychological roots of it, how to be vulnerable. We need to see that we can open up and honestly be this way, and at the same time have joy, the Lord's personal touch upon us. We don't have to have that fake joy that lives in denial of discomfort and pain. God's willing to get His hands dirty dealing with us. Jesus touched lepers. Do we?

[dancer (dancer)]

Amen Bob

[david_munson (david_munson)]

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Here's a few good songs:

Top 10 Songs for People over 40

Let's Get a Physical
Ain't No Burrito Mild Enough

Johnny B. Olde

How Do You Mend a Broken Everything

The Lack O' Motion

Hair Potion Number Nine

Doctor My Eyes (And Ears and Joints and Back and ...)

To All the Girls I've Disappointed Before

A Hard Day's Nap

Knock Knock Knockin' on the Bathroom door

LMAO,
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[dancer (dancer)]

I turn 40 in 4 months. You are scaring the hell out of me.

[david_munson (david_munson)]

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You're about ten years behind me.
Time goes faster as we age.
It's nothing.After all we have eternity.

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[dancer (dancer)]

In 10 years my children from Keri will be 19, 17, 14, 12,.

I am not sure I will know so much about music. I use to be able tell you about the bands on the top ten. Now I be lucky if I could tell you anything about any of them.

[dancer (dancer)]

In 10 years my children from Keri will be 19, 17, 14, 12,.

I am not sure I will know so much about music. I use to be able tell you about the bands on the top ten. Now I be lucky if I could tell you anything about any of them.

[bob_brinton (bob_brinton)]

Hi Neil, I grew up with classical music, Chopin, Beethoven, Rachmaninov, etc. My mother didn't want us to listen to the world's music. But I had a paper route and bought a transistor radio in 1966. I'd listen to it outside during the day and with an earplug in my bed at night. I turned 14 that year. The Beatles were in their hayday. I graduated in 1970, and found out when I was away from home about some great stuff that wasn't getting airplay. I became buried in progressive rock until I got involved with TBS in 1976. I also listened to a lot of more modern and dissonant classical stuff during those years, Webern, Carter, Prokofiev, etc.

When I began to filter out from under the cloud, I started listening to these things again. Gentle Giant, Jethro Tull, Yes, ELP, Mahavishnu Orchestra; and the heavier classical stuff as well.

I listen to some contemporary things now, but I don't like the radio. I find out about decent music from others who listen. My son helps some. I'm also on an email list of diehard Gentle Giant fans that discuss a lot of different bands. Some of them are things I just missed along the way. I like Porcupine Tree, Mars Volta, and Dream Theater. And some things I've found by taking them out of libraries. I also found some jazz connections by watching a series Ken Burns did on jazz. Music can be very therapeutic. And it teaches you things about logic, how things can go together, how to express with nuance. It can even help teach me how to suffer gracefully.

[dancer (dancer)]

Thanks Bob. I feel like there is some hope for that part of my brain now.

[anonymous_bosch (anonymous_bosch)]

Pedro The Lion
Secret Of The Easy Yoke

i could hear the church bells ringing
they pealed aloud your praise
the members faces were smiling
with their hands out stretched to shake
it's true they did not move me
my heart was hard and tired
their perfect fire annoyed me
i could not find you anywhere

could someone please tell me the story
of sinners ransomed from the fall
i still have never seen you
and some days i don't love you at all

the devoted were selling bracelets
to remind them why they came
some concrete motivation
when the abstract could not do the same
but if all that's left is duty
i'm falling on my sword
at least then i would not serve
an unseen distant lord

if this is ony a test
i hope that i'm passing
cause i'm losing steam
and i still want to trust you

peace be still
peace be still
peace be still

[lana (lana)]

I loved classical, semi-classical, big bands, and great singers. It was a romatic period. Dancing was personal and special. Music was an uplifting experience. When the 60's brought in the focus of girating, sex, and wild abandament, Elvis, Beatles, rock, hard rock, rap, music deterioted into the flesh. real music was trampled over. I see no talant in Rock at all. Jackson grabbing his crotch, drove teens wild, I know this dates me, but decency will not let me accept any of the crap,

[dinaweena (dinaweena)]

bob- i recently discovered dream theatre...my favorite songs are 'Honor they father' and 'As I am'. They are awesome, technically speaking. Those two songs are particularly apropos for my life right now. I also like ELP, Yes, Hall and Oates, Ambrosia, Trust Company, and SO many others...

[bob_brinton (bob_brinton)]

The following is a comment I wrote about a drawing I did back in 1993. Since this seems to be the current thread to do with music, I thought it might stretch some thinking a bit:

Slightly Sliding Mental Sets - This has to do with shifting mental perspective on our environment. It's possible to get different perspective by making mental calculations rather than by moving. Music can help us to understand this. Listening to music helps us to change locations in our heads without actually moving. It's psychological geometry.

I'll add to this now that I believe the Spirit uses what we call imagination to help us in perceiving things and how they relate. I believe that He intends our creative faculty to be involved in the process of our understanding and 'ministering' to each other. Music is training for your intellect and emotions. It's not just in words, but in form and movement. It's a dance inside your head. Verbal or written expressions to others can take on forms that are 'musical' in attitude. This can be true even in the case of the expression of anger. We can learn nuance and attitude and flow.

[bob_brinton (bob_brinton)]

We have found the new frontier, and it is us. We realized 'us' included more people than we had thought.

[jeannie (jeannie)]

This song was written by someone we all love and wishes to remain anonymous at this time. I have her permission to post the lyrics here. The lyrics struck me deeply. It sounds like so many of us who joined TBS in the 70's.... young hippies searching for meaning... and ourselves. I recently had the opportunity to hear the song played. It is hauntingly beautiful!


I'm a child of the fields where the streams run free,
lifted by a wild, upland breeze.
I like to wander and I like to roam.
In the eye of the spinning, I find my home.

When Momma washed my hair, I danced in the sun;
the sky sang blue and the sweet earth hummed.
But the day grew dark and I lost my way;
the colors and the music grew muted and gray.

The world was too big and the night too vast,
so I found me some bars in a prison fast.
I found me a warden and gave him the key.
I found me some refuge but I didn't find me.

I'm a child of the fields where the streams run free;
lifted by a wild, upland breeze.
I like to wander and I like to roam.
In the eye of the spinning, I find my home.

A keeper of the vineyard yet I drank no wine.
They beat me when I faltered and couldn't keep time.
They whipped me and stripped me of my right to be,
'til I rescued my darling, spinning out of their reach.

Releasing the Spirit, unfurling the sail,
whirling and twirling, I see through the veil.
Why spin a web that entangles the soul,
when love's swirling rhythm caresses the whole?

I'm a child of the fields where the streams run free,
lifted by a wild, upland breeze.
I like to wander and I like to roam.
In the eye of the spinning,
In the eye of the spinning,
In the eye of the spinning, I find my home
where love's swirling rhythm embraces the whole.

[dancer (dancer)]

hmm

[pumpkin (pumpkin)]

WHOSE FIST IS THIS ANYWAY? Prong

Playing on the hate team.

Shut out,

Cut out of the main-stream.


If you like to play victim

You play the part so well.

That's how we'll treat you

If it suits you so well.


Hey now, it's all turning

Watch your world burn.

Hey now, it's all burning

Watch your world turn.


Playing on the hate team.

Shut out,

Cut out of the main-stream.

Playing for the hate team.


HATE TEAM!


Hey now, it's all burning

Watch your world turn.

Hey now, it's all turning

Watch your world burn.


If you've never felt decent,

And you feel rather mean

Don't let it hurt, so pathetic.

Let your mind set you free.

Playing on the hate team

Shut out, cut out of the main-stream

Whose fist is this anyway? (REPEAT)

[minutus (minutus)]

Another Renaissance song that reminds me of TBS/GGWO/FACTNet:

THE CAPTIVE HEART

I made my dreams then lost them
They left and I went away
There's no romance in the memory
That's part of yesterday
But feelings linger stronger sometimes
So hard to disappear
When what holds you is a treasure
You've stored throughout the years
Finding out the hard way again

The captive heart has lost and won a thousand lovers
That place each moment close to living in each other
Reaching out for treasures
Scattered in their dreams
Trying takes a life of loving so it seems

So carry on don't stop your feelings
Try and make them flow
Somewhere there's a vision waiting
You'll find it when you know
Taking the final curtain
That's coming down on you
Leaving the play of fools
Move onto life you knew
Fiding out the hard way again

No easy path to conquer
Trying to compromise
Climbing through my anguish
I see your fading eyes

The captive heart has lost and won a thousand lovers
That place each moment close to living in each other
Reaching out for treasures
Scattered in their dreams
Loving takes a life of trying so it seems

(Message edited by minutus on July 01, 2005)

[minutus (minutus)]

The song right after that on the Novella album fits as well:

TOUCHING ONCE (IS SO HARD TO KEEP)

Leaving all their thoughts behind
Passing over timeless wastes of ecstasy
Freedom strangled at the source
Takes the only charted course
That leads them home
Their bodies move towards the dawn
The light in which a nation born
Can only hope, and only weep
Their passion may be growing weak

How was alone, recall me if you can
I feel I am lost within you
Many times within the sound of emptiness
A light has shown deep in each others soul
Keeps them apart, a love now makes them whole
Fractured memories tearing at all their dreams
Made life and living a faded scene

To give a name locked in despair
Makes chances of a lifetime course across your eyes
To give and get, and yet return
Emotion smoulders, starts to burn in harmony
They lay within a ruined shell
Searching for the time to tell
That he who followed endlessly
Does not exist, can never be

How was alone, recall me if you can
I feel I have lost within you
A part of what is held inside a deep regret
Taking over all that a hearts request
Answered by cries from a wilderness
Found forgotten lying in deeper sleep
Touching once is so hard to keep

In emptiness, a light has shown deep in each others soul
Keeps them apart, a love now makes them whole
Fractured memories tearing at all their dreams
Made life and living a faded scene
Taking over all that a hearts request
Answered by cries from a wilderness
Found forgotten lying in deeper sleep
Touching once is so hard to keep

[pumpkin (pumpkin)]

Shine
by Rollins Band

If I'd listened everything that they said to me,
I wouldn't be here!
And if I took the time to bleed from
all the tiny little arrows shot my way,
I wouldn't be here!
The ones who don't do anything are always
the ones who try to put you down.
And you could spend your entire life walking around
in the nowhere land of self doubt.

Because when you start to doubt yourself the real world will eat you alive!
It's time, it's time to align your body with your mind.
It's hero time.
It's time, it's time to align your body with your mind.
It's hero time
Because when you start to doubt yourself the real world will eat you alive!
And you know it's true!
I'm talking to you: hero time starts right now! Yeah, hero time, yeah,
time to shine, hero time!

If ya think you've got 100 years to mess around: you're wrong!
This time it's real, your time is now . . . it's hero time!
Yeah, hero time,hey, time to shine, yeah, hero time, yeah!

Hard times are gettin' harder, the LIARS are acting strong.
You better get a grip on yourself or you won't be around too long.
It's hero time, hey, time to shine, yeah,
hero time, yeah, hero time, yeah!
It's hero time, it's hero time, time to shine, shine, shine, shine, shine!
Oh yeah! (X3)

No such thing as spare time, no such thing as free time
no such thing as down time.
All you got is life time... go!
Because it's hero time, 'coz it's time to
shine!
Because it's time to go, go, go!

When you're gone, you're so gone.
You've got it now, it's time to go!
Hero time starts right now! Yeah, change it!

I got grace in times of friction, I got truth in times of fiction
I've got no time for the hype... suicide!? I'm not that type...
I got no time for drug addiction, no time for smoke and booze
too strong for a shortened life span, I've got no time to lose!
It's time to shine, yeah, it's hero time, yeah, it's hero time, yeah,
yeah!

When you start to doubt yourself the
real world will eat you alive! yeah!
You could spend your entire walking
around, coward. Or you can get up!
Get up, get up, get up, get up! It's time to shine! yeah...

[david_munson (david_munson)]

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I love the old nursery rhymes too,like
Hickory Dickory Dock

Hickory dickory dock
the mouse ran up the clock
the clock struck one


and the others escaped with only minor injuries.


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[bonniescott (bonniescott)]

I'll be going to see James Taylor at Tanglewood this 4th, so I'm sending a dedication of Sweet Baby James out to all you ex (and current) Berkshirites. You know how it goes.

[sojourner (sojourner)]

Bonnie I wish I could drive up and join you.
When TBS left Lenox to go to Baltimore I hid in the woods for a few years as a caretaker of a vacation home. Our backyard was adjacent to Tanglewood and I could hear muscians practicing often. It was a great time, I ruined it by letting someone talk me into going to Md. but it was probably better than marrying the guy I was seeing. (I left to end the relationship, I was in the 'know' so I was the one who had to go).
Before I was in TBS, back in my hippie days, I went to Tanglewood to see Joan Baez and Hoyt Axton.

I'll never forget this little refrain in one of Axton's songs:

You work your fingers to the bone and
what do you get??
Bony fingers! Bony fingers.....

If you speak with Mr. Taylor please tell him that
Patricia says:

You've got a friend and that
deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
rock-a-bye sweet baby James.

I'm going to check out Tanglewoods schedule now.

[jeannie (jeannie)]

Bonniescott, My first encounter with TBS was on my way to a James Taylor/Tanglewood concert. I passed the sign that said "Stevens School of The Bible" and saw Bassett Hall and a bunch of girls outside and thought it was a girl's bible school(I had no concept of a bible school as I was a Catholic.) Anyway, I was taking a quadriplegic patient to hear James. It was a great night. Less than a year I was being married in that chapel at TBS! Yikes!

[bjerwin (bjerwin)]

I have been hearing lately from a lovely person who recently left GGWO. I wanted to share this from him/her. It blessed me so.

I'll close with a hymn from one of CHS' favorite
hymn writers. Did SHE ever envision it's relevance, not to the unsaved, but
to the saints?

Rescue The Perishing
Fanny Crosby

Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
Weep o'er the erring one, lift up the fallen,
Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.

Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.

Though they are slighting Him, still He is waiting,
Waiting the penitent child to receive;
Plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently;
He will forgive if they only believe.

Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter,
Feelings lie buried that grace can restore;
Touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness,
Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

Rescue the perishing, duty demands it;
Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide;
Back to the narrow way patiently win them;
Tell the poor wand'rer a Savior has died.

[lee (lee)]

In the early 70's, after I graduated art school a few years before, I was living in Pittsfield working in a coat factory as a sewer. (thats what art school grads get to do!)
I saw Janis Joplin at Tanglewood, and I can remember it! Whew, was she good.
I moved back to Boston shortly after and somewhere in there I got saved and met the ministry through their outreach at Tremont Temple. Then off to So Berwick.

[louise_connolly (louise_connolly)]

The mention of Janis Joplin rekindled a memory of what a fanatical froot loop I was when I began attending TBS.

I got a transistor radio for my Holy communion present. I listened to 'the Beatles' on AM WMEX and got hooked on "Rock 'n Roll".

I only had one brother 11 years older so I got more material stuff than folks with more children. I asked for 45s or record albums for all presents from about the age of 10. I spent any money I had on records. Hence, by the time I was attending TBS as a junior in high school I had an extensive record collection - Janis Joplin, Carol King, Traffic, Blind Faith, Jethro Tull (all albums), all Beatles, on and on. I began going up to S. Berwick and heard Carl speak about not dirtying your pre-frontal lobe with rock music.

Here is the fanatical froot loop part, I boxed up all my records and threw them in the trash. There were some mighty happy trash men in South Peabody on that day.

[bonniescott (bonniescott)]

I moved to the Berkshires in 1980 to be near my mother after my first marriage crash landed. I was just turning 21, and already a single mother of a 2 year old. I never attended TBS in Lenox, though I worked all through the 80s right down the road at Avalon/Hillcrest Ed Center. Its possible I gave 1 or 2 of you a ride up Stockbridge Road on a snowy afternoon.

I fell in love with the area (and one of its native sons) and never left. I'm still right here in the "deep greens and blues" of the Berkshire hills.

[karen (karen)]

bonniescott,

Did you work at Avalon in 1980-81? If so, we must have known each other. I remember working with a woman near my own age who had grown up in the ministry but had defected. This had an impact on me, because I respected this woman and could not understand why she would reject TBS. Of course, I more than understand now. Anyway, I remember being blown away by some poetry this person wrote. I realized that although she was "in rebellion," http://www.factnet.org/discus/clipart/happy.gif she was also a thoughtful and complex person.

BTW-I have appreciated your posts. It would not surprise me if you are the same woman. And I too fell in love with the Berkshires, but circumstances would not allow my husband and I to remain there.

[bonniescott (bonniescott)]

Probably it was me. I've written poetry since is was a young teen. Can't believe it was 25 years ago! Thank you so much for your kind words.

[bob_brinton (bob_brinton)]

bonniescott, I live in the Berkshires still. Are there any good churches around here, or just the stuff in the cracks between?

[bonniescott (bonniescott)]

When I want to go to church I just walk outside. Its a picture perfect day in the Berkshires. Don't knock the stuff in the cracks between.

[anova (anova)]

Carl Stevens' music on ebay!!


http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;category=306&amp;item=474345064 4&amp;rd=1&amp;ssPageName=WDVW

[lana (lana)]

I used to walk miles around Lenox with my camera. So beautiful. Here in Ohio its perfect weather. I don't go to church, but church comes to me everyday. Many are gone over the holliday, but I am here by myself and many responsibilities. I just love my Jesus.

[bob_brinton (bob_brinton)]

I wasn't knocking the stuff in the cracks. I was knocking the stuff between the cracks. And hoping it's better than what I'm aware of.

[hey_you (hey_you)]

I'm jealous Bonnie!! I saw James 2 years ago and it was fantastic. I know that he usually does a show there in Tanglewood on the 4th. I was wondering if he was still doing that this year?? Now I have my answer.

[offshore (offshore)]

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;category=306&amp;item=474345064 4&amp;rd=1&amp;ssPageName=WDVW

It's Carl Steven's "Skin and Bones" !!
Oh Anovus, you've been dying to get your hands on this album for years. Now you've finally got your chance to complete your record album collection. You do still have a record player, right?
There's only 3 days and 22 hours left to bid!

[sojourner (sojourner)]

Louise,
Are you trying to tell us that you are no longer a fanatical froot loop....?? Who is going to keep me company?
I saw a clip of J. Joplin the other day and awestruck by the depth of soul she had.
And the Berkshires are so, so beautiful, I do have fond memories of the area, especially my little attic apartment in Lenox that I hermited in after I quit my caretaking job.
There were some pretty magical days when I think about it, but none directly related to the "ministry".

The hit single on that album is called,
Skin and Bones:

If you really love me
this is what you'll do
give up everything and let me be the boss of you.
You won't have lots of money
You'll be busy through and through
But there'll be a treasure in heaven
Waiting there for you

If you really love me
You'll give up land and home
but baby in the end
you'll still have skin and bones

I tell you baby in the end
You'll still have skin and bones

OOOOOH OOOOH skin and bones.....

It won 10 grammys.

[sojourner (sojourner)]

PS I was referring to the Carl Steven Album
entitled "Skin and Bones" on ebay mentioned above by anova and offshore on july 2 and 3.

[sojourner (sojourner)]

This song by Bob Dylan was just on the radio, it blew me away.


LAY DOWN YOUR WEARY TUNE
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1964, 1965 Warner Bros. Inc
Renewed 1992 Special Rider Music

Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.

Struck by the sounds before the sun,
I knew the night had gone.
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drums of dawn.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.

The ocean wild like an organ played,
The seaweed's wove its strands.
The crashin' waves like cymbals clashed
Against the rocks and sands.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.

I stood unwound beneath the skies
And clouds unbound by laws.
The cryin' rain like a trumpet sang
And asked for no applause.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.

The last of leaves fell from the trees
And clung to a new love's breast.
The branches bare like a banjo played
To the winds that listened best.

I gazed down in the river's mirror
And watched its winding strum.
The water smooth ran like a hymn
And like a harp did hum.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.

[david_munson (david_munson)]

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It won't be long
till we'll be leaving here
it won't be long
we'll be going home

You just,
count the years as months
count the months as weeks
count the weeks as days,any day now
we'll be going home

Adrae crouche

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