[BlueDragon]

"... experienced feelings of failure and perceived the..."

Dime,
solomente dime
...como olvidar mis
sentimentos de amor

..La grimas ...brotan de mis ojos

trato de olvidar mis
sufrimientos de amor"
roughly =

... Tell me, tell me solomente
sentimentos ... like forgetting my love
The tears ..
flow from my eyes ...
I try to forget my
sufferings of love

[sounds of needle scratching, record stops]

Woops. Dime, huh?

No "feelings" (dime)? Upon return from the mean ol' world...lacking a certain burning-in-the busom, personal testimony in the church? Well al-righty then. here's maybe their song...

Lone me a dime [Boz Scaggs and Duane Allman]

but I gotta warm 'em. Old music like this may put one in a melancholy, laid-back sort of mood that possibly only steaming hot coffee may provide cure...

For those who have heard it (if there are any of those around here)
don't miss one of Duane's fairly short, (2:08) solo acoustic works
which can be found in the lower right column/corner.
One of the best.

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Little Martha

Sorry for the Chile's commercials at the last links
> I think they think I am from Hispania.

[Elsie]

but I gotta warm 'em. Old music like this may put one in a melancholy, laid-back sort of mood that possibly only steaming hot coffee may provide cure...

The following will snap you out of any revelry that may have occurred in your soul...

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(click)

Praise to the Man!

 

 

 

Praise to the man who communed with Jehovah!
Jesus annointed that Prophet and Seer.
Blessed to open the last dispensation,
Kings shall extol him, and nations revere.

Chorus
Hail to the Prophet, ascended to heaven!
Traitors and tyrants now fight him in vain.
Mingling with Gods, he can plan for his brethren;
Death cannot conquer the hero again.

Praise to his mem'ry, he died as a martyr;
Honored and blest be his ever great name!
Long shall his blood, which was shed by assasins,
Plead unto heav'n while the earth lauds his fame.

Chorus
Hail to the Prophet, ascended to heaven!
Traitors and tyrants now fight him in vain.
Mingling with Gods, he can plan for his brethren;
Death cannot conquer the hero again.

Great is his glory and endless his priesthood.
Ever and ever the keys he will hold.
Faithful and true he will enter his kingdom,
Crowned in the midst of the prophets of old.

Chorus
Hail to the Prophet, ascended to heaven!
Traitors and tyrants now fight him in vain.
Mingling with Gods, he can plan for his brethren;
Death cannot conquer the hero again.

Sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven;
Earth must atone for the blood of that man.
Wake up the world for the conflict of justice.
Millions shall know 'Brother Joseph' again.

Chorus
Hail to the Prophet, ascended to heaven!
Traitors and tyrants now fight him in vain.
Mingling with Gods, he can plan for his brethren;
Death cannot conquer the hero again.