Elbow and the BBC Concert Orchestra performing grounds for divorce Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid I've been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce Whoah Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleep Doubt comes him on st...  moreElbow and the BBC Concert Orchestra performing grounds for divorce Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid I've been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce Whoah Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleep Doubt comes him on sticks but then he kicks like a horse Whoah There's a chinese cigarette case And the rest you can keep And the rest you can keep And the rest you can keep There's a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall There's a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid There's this whispering of jokers doing flesh by the pound To a chorus of supposes from the Little town whores There'll be twisted karaokee at the Aniseed lounge And I'll bring you further roses But it does you no good And it does me no good And it does you no good There's a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall There's a hole in my neighbourhood down which of l...    less

Conducted by Hussein Janmohamed Reincarnations: Cor Flammae's debut concert with Queer Arts Festival | July 24th, 2014 Across the darkened city the frosty searchlights creep, Alert for the first marauder, to steal upon our sleep. We see the sudd...  moreConducted by Hussein Janmohamed Reincarnations: Cor Flammae's debut concert with Queer Arts Festival | July 24th, 2014 Across the darkened city the frosty searchlights creep, Alert for the first marauder, to steal upon our sleep. We see the sudden headlines float on the muttering tide. We hear them warn and threaten and wonder what they hide. There are whispers across tables, talks in a shutter’d room. The price on which they bargain will be a people’s doom. There’s a roar of war in the factories and idle hands on the street And Europe held in nightmare by the thud of marching feet. Now sinks the sun of surety,the shadows growing tall Of the big bosses plotting their biggest coup of all. Is there no strength to save us? No power we can trust. Before our lives and liberties Are powder’d into dust. Time to arise Democracy, time to rise up and cry, That what our fathers fought for We’ll not allow to die. Time to resolve divisions, time to renew our pride, Time to decide, time to ...    less

The most precious and valuable thing we need in this sinful world is only Jesus. No matter your deeds HE is always ready for us.

The Addison Singers Chamber Choir need a few extra voices (SATB but especially basses) for our upcoming concert with the renowned composer GAVIN BRYARS on 17th May 2014.  http://www.gavinbryars.com/calendar/london-performance-Jesus-blood-plus-other-c...

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Coral Reyes Bartlet David Martel, piano Alfonso Lopez Raymond, barítono José Híjar Polo, director Iglesia de la Peña de Francia 20 de marzo de 2015 Imagen y sonido @mediawink

Coral Reyes Bartlet David Martel, piano Alfonso Lopez Raymond, barítono José Híjar Polo, director Iglesia de la Peña de Francia 20 de marzo de 2015 Imagen y sonido @mediawink

Performed by the Des Moines Choral Society on December 10th, 2016 at the St. Ambrose Cathedral. Artistic director James Rodde. Hushed are the pigeons cooing low On dusty rafters of the loft; And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft, Sleep on the fragrant ...  morePerformed by the Des Moines Choral Society on December 10th, 2016 at the St. Ambrose Cathedral. Artistic director James Rodde. Hushed are the pigeons cooing low On dusty rafters of the loft; And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft, Sleep on the fragrant hay below. Dim shadows in the corner hide; The glimmering lantern's rays are shed Where one young lamb just lifts his head, Then huddles 'gainst his mother's side. Strange silence tingles in the air; Through the half-open door a bar Of light from one low-hanging star Touches a baby's radiant hair. No sound: the mother, kneeling, lays Her cheek against the Little face. Oh human love! Oh heavenly grace! 'Tis yet in silence that she prays! Ages of silence end to-night; Then to the long-expectant earth Glad angels come to greet His birth In burst of music, love, and light! Margaret Deland  less

CONCIERTO EN EL CENTRO CULTURAL TULIO FEBRES CORDERO EL 15 DE MAYO DE 2010 ABRIENDO EL CONCIERTO CON VOCAL SAMPLING

5th Movement of Scott Perkins' The Stolen Child, performed by the Hofstra Chamber Choir, December 14, 2012 David Fryling, Conductor Poetry by W.B. Yeats When you are old and gray and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, A...  more5th Movement of Scott Perkins' The Stolen Child, performed by the Hofstra Chamber Choir, December 14, 2012 David Fryling, Conductor Poetry by W.B. Yeats When you are old and gray and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a Little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.  less