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Glee The Ghosts The Ghostly Friars by Thomas Love Peacock set to music by Edward Gold and sung by
A setting by Edward Gold of a poem by Thomas Love Peacock sung by David Warin Solomons multitracking as the dwsChorale
Glee- The Ghosts
In life three ghostly friars were we,
And now three friarly ghosts we be.
Around our shadowy table placed,
The spe... moreA setting by Edward Gold of a poem by Thomas Love Peacock sung by David Warin Solomons multitracking as the dwsChorale
Glee- The Ghosts
In life three ghostly friars were we,
And now three friarly ghosts we be.
Around our shadowy table placed,
The spectral bowl before us floats:
With wine that none but ghosts Can taste,
We wash our unsubstantial throats.
Three merry ghosts—three merry ghosts—
three merry ghosts are we:
Let the ocean be port, and we’ll think it good sport
To be laid in that red sea.
With songs that jovial spectres chaunt,
Our old refectory still we haunt.
The traveller hears our midnight mirth:
"O list!" he cries, "the haunted choir!"
The merriest ghost that walks the earth,
Is sure the ghost of a ghostly friar.
Three merry ghosts—three merry ghosts—
three merry ghosts are we:
Let the ocean be port, and we’ll think it good sport
To be laid in that red sea. less
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In Flanders Fields (excerpt mvt III Requiem Nathaniel J.S. Barnes)
An excerpt From movement III of my Requiem performed by the Orlando Chamber Singers under the direction of Gregory Ruffer.
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our p... moreAn excerpt From movement III of my Requiem performed by the Orlando Chamber Singers under the direction of Gregory Ruffer.
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely Singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were Loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you From failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
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The Book of Love a cappella Latvian Voices
"The Book of Love" is a song written by Stephin Merritt and attributed to The Magnetic Fields, an AmeriCan indie pop group founded and led by him.
A cappella arrangement: Una Stade
Location: Abteikirche Otterberg
Latvian Voices singers: Beāte Krūm... more"The Book of Love" is a song written by Stephin Merritt and attributed to The Magnetic Fields, an AmeriCan indie pop group founded and led by him.
A cappella arrangement: Una Stade
Location: Abteikirche Otterberg
Latvian Voices singers: Beāte Krūmiņa, Laura Jēkabsone, Dita Belicka, Paula Pērkone, Elīna Ose, Una Stade, Jānis Strazdiņš.
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Hope is the Thing with feathers | The Girl Choir of South Florida
"Hope is the Thing with feathers," No. 1 From "Hope Is the Thing" by Emma Lou Diemer. Text by Emily Dickinson.
Recorded live on May 3, 2015, at All Saints Episcopal Church in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Performed by the Chamber Singers ensemble of the Gi... more"Hope is the Thing with feathers," No. 1 From "Hope Is the Thing" by Emma Lou Diemer. Text by Emily Dickinson.
Recorded live on May 3, 2015, at All Saints Episcopal Church in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Performed by the Chamber Singers ensemble of the Girl Choir of South Florida. Artistic Director: Wallis Peterson, Accompanist: Gayle Giese.
“Hope” is the Thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the Little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me. less
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Sing, sing, sing for a celebration!
The late Ella Fitzgerald, who was known as one of the best female vocalists of her time, was once quoted as saying: “The only Thing better than singing is more singing.” In the USA alone, more than 28.5 million people regularly sing in one of ...
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Gold Rush
Gold Rush is a New Mexico based sHow choir From Eldorado High School. Gold Rush as been competing for as long as they've existed, but have most recently attended several Fame Events competitions and competed with the likes of: Jefferson Connection, Totino... moreGold Rush is a New Mexico based sHow choir From Eldorado High School. Gold Rush as been competing for as long as they've existed, but have most recently attended several Fame Events competitions and competed with the likes of: Jefferson Connection, Totino Grace Company of Singers, and Wheaton Warrenville South's The Classics, the current National Champion of SHow Choir
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In Flanders Fields | The Girl Choir of South Florida
"In Flanders Fields" by John Jacobson and Roger Emerson. Text by John McRae.
Recorded live on May 7, 2016, at All Saints Episcopal Church in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Performed by the Lyric Choir ensemble of the Girl Choir of South Florida. Artistic Di... more"In Flanders Fields" by John Jacobson and Roger Emerson. Text by John McRae.
Recorded live on May 7, 2016, at All Saints Episcopal Church in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Performed by the Lyric Choir ensemble of the Girl Choir of South Florida. Artistic Director: Wallis Peterson, Accompanist: Susan Dodd.
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely Singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were Loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you From failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields. less
