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Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn! The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Under the haystack, fast asleep! The sheep have wandered, the cow’s having fun, Munching on corn in the bright midday sun. The barnyard’s a mess, the field’s in dismay, While Little Boy Blue sleeps the day away. They nudge him, they poke him, they moo in his ear, But Little Boy Blue just won’t appear. His hat pulled down, his blanket tight, Dreaming through the noon and night. Now the rooster crows, the sun’s sinking low, But where could that boy with the horn be, though? With hay in his hair and dreams in his head, Little Boy Blue snores in his straw-filled bed. Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn! The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Under the haystack, fast asleep! The sheep have wandered, the cow’s having fun, Munching on corn in the bright midday sun. The barnyard’s a mess, the field’s in dismay, While Little Boy Blue sleeps the day away. They nudge him, they poke him, they moo in his ear, But Little Boy Blue just won’t appear. His hat pulled down, his blanket tight, Dreaming through the noon and night. Now the rooster crows, the sun’s sinking low, But where could that boy with the horn be, though? With hay in his hair and dreams in his head, Little Boy Blue snores in his straw-filled bed.

All things bright and beautiful All creatures great and small All things wise and wonderful The Lord God made them all Each little flower that opens Each little bird that sings He made their glowing colors He made their tiny wings The purple-headed mountain The river running by The sunset and the morning That brightens up the sky The cold wind in the winter The pleasant summer sun The ripe fruits in the garden He made them every one He gave us eyes to see them And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty Who has made all things well Each little flower that opens Each little bird that sings He made their glowing colors He made their tiny wings

Old Sultan was faithful and true But his teeth were gone, his years were through The shepherd thought, “Tomorrow he’ll go” But his wife said, “No, let him stay, you know” Sultan may be old, his teeth all gone But he’s served us well, he’s brave and strong One more chance is all he needs To prove his worth with loyal deeds Poor Sultan lay by, feeling sad and low He heard the words, he’d have to go But off he went to his friend, the wolf With a plan to stay – a clever gulf The wolf said, “Sultan, here’s what we’ll do— Tomorrow I’ll grab the child from you You chase me down and play the hero Then your master will love you more than a year ago” Sultan may be old, his teeth all gone But he’s served us well, he’s brave and strong One more chance is all he needs To prove his worth with loyal deeds So the wolf ran off with the child in tow Sultan chased fast, putting on a show The shepherd cried, “Sultan, you’re bold and true” And gave him food and a cushion too The wolf came back, grinning wide “Now let me in to steal some pride Just turn away when I grab a sheep— A little reward for secrets to keep” But Sultan may be old, with teeth all gone Still, he’ll stay loyal, fierce, and strong With a wise old bark and a clever plan He won’t betray his master’s hand So Sultan warned the shepherd in time And the wolf got smacked for his little crime Now angry and sore, the wolf did declare “I’ll have revenge—this isn’t fair” The wolf sent a boar to challenge a fight But Sultan went with his friend, tail high and bright The cat with her limp and her tail held tall Made the wolf and boar feel two feet small Sultan may be old, his teeth all gone But with friends like this, he’ll fight till dawn For in his heart, loyal and true He stands his ground, like he used to do The boar ran off with a scratch and a squeal And the wolf climbed high like a frightened eel Sultan laughed as he walked away With his cat by his side, both bold and brave Sultan may be old, his teeth all gone But he’s fierce, he’s clever, he’s never withdrawn With his friend, the cat, he’ll face the fray A loyal heart that’ll never stray

Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn! The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Under the haystack, fast asleep! The sheep have wandered, the cow’s having fun, Munching on corn in the bright midday sun. The barnyard’s a mess, the field’s in dismay, While Little Boy Blue sleeps the day away. Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn! The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Under the haystack, fast asleep! They nudge him, they poke him, they moo in his ear, But Little Boy Blue just won’t appear. His hat pulled down, his blanket tight, Dreaming through the noon and night. Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn! The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Under the haystack, fast asleep! Now the rooster crows, the sun’s sinking low, But where could that boy with the horn be, though? With hay in his hair and dreams in his head, Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn! The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Under the haystack, fast asleep!  

Joy to the World   Joy to the world the Lord is come Let earth receive her King Let every heart prepare Him room And heaven and nature sing And heaven and nature sing And heaven and heaven and nature sing Joy to the earth the Savior reigns Let men their songs employ While fields and floods rocks hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy Repeat the sounding joy Repeat repeat the sounding joy No more let sins and sorrows grow Nor thorns infest the ground He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found Far as the curse is found Far as far as the curse is found He rules the world with truth and grace And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness And wonders of His love And wonders of His love And wonders wonders of His love   Newton Willams Brown https://music.apple.com/gb/artist/newton-willams-brown/1781653273 https://open.spotify.com/artist/7Ec9DTFD4EMsxdpiiGos2p?si=_S4w85ESS02IHZ9F9158RA https://newton.musinique.com

Auld Lang Syne Should old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot In the days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll drink a cup of kindness yet For the sake of auld lang syne And surely, you will buy your cup And surely, I'll buy mine! We'll take a cup of kindness yet For the sake of auld lang syne We two who've paddled in the stream From morning sun 'til night The seas between us roared and swelled Since the days of auld lang syne For old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Should old acquaintance be forgot For the sake of auld lang syne? For old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Should old acquaintance be forgot In the days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll drink a cup of kindness yet For the sake of auld lang syne

  Om bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥ Tat savitur vareṇyaṁ Bhargo devasya dhīmahi Dhiyo yo naḥ pracodayāt Gayatri, tu prem ki jyoti Jyān ka prakāś, ātmā ki roshni Om bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥ Tere nām se ātmā uddān kare Tat savitur vareṇyaṁ Surya jaisa divya tej Bhargo devasya dhīmahi Jis se buddhi ho nirmal aur gahan Dhiyo yo naḥ pracodayāt Man, buddhi aur chitta ko prakaśit kare Om bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥ Tat savitur vareṇyaṁ Bhargo devasya dhīmahi Dhiyo yo naḥ pracodayāt Om tryambakaṁ yajāmahe Sugandhiṁ puṣṭivardhanam Urvārukam iva bandhanān Mṛtyor mukṣīya mā'mṛtāt   Nik Bear Brown https://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQ https://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275 https://nikbear.musinique.com https://musinique.com    

Good King Wenceslas (Nik Bear Brown) Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, gath’ring winter fuel. “Hither, page, and stand by me, if you know it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?” “Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain, Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes’ fountain.” “Bring me food and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither, You and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither.” Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together, Through the cold wind’s wild lament and the bitter weather. “Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger, Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer.” “Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread now in them boldly, You shall find the winter’s rage freeze your blood less coldly.” In his master’s steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, while God’s gifts possessing, You who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing. Timeless Truths Through the forest dark they came, where the wind was howling, Faintly glowed the page's flame, fear and doubt embowling. "Fear not, lad, for light will show, trust the Lord's great leading, In the act of love, we grow, faith itself is feeding." At the cottage door they stood, where the frost was biting, Wenceslas brought forth the wood, warmth and hope uniting. "Take this food and take this cheer, God has not forsaken, In the chill of winter drear, His love is unshaken." Homeward went the page and king, hearts aglow with glory, Every step a song to sing, spreading Christmas' story. Thus we learn that giving light, melts the cold and sorrow, Love's own flame can guide the night, brightening the morrow  

We Three Kings Lyrics adapted by Nik Bear Brown We three kings of Orient are; Bearing gifts we traverse afar, Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star. O star of wonder, star of light, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light. Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, Gold I bring to crown him again, King forever, ceasing never, Over us all to reign. Frankincense to offer have I; Incense owns a Deity nigh; Prayer and praising, voices raising, Worshiping God on high. Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom; Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. O star of wonder, star of light, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light. From the East, we journey afar, Led by faith and guided by star, Through the desert, hope sustaining, To the child our hearts are reigning. See the babe in lowly stall, Love’s great gift for one and all. Hope eternal, joy unending, Heaven and Earth in peace descending. Light eternal, pure and divine, Fills the Earth with holy shine. Kings bow low, and shepherds wonder, God’s great love, a gift of thunder. O star of wonder, star of light, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light.

Lift every voice and sing (Newton)

Musinique sessions are works in progress. https://www.musinique.com/   Lift Every Voice  I lift every voice like a lantern in the dawn I hold every syllable like a seed of freedom rising Lift every voice and sing as the heavens ring Let the harmonies of liberty breathe through our bones Let rejoicing rise high as listening skies Let it roll like a sea of hope we built stone by stone Sing a song full of the faith the dark past taught Sing a song full of the hope this new day brought Facing the rising sun of a morning just begun We march on till victory is won Stony is the road we trod Bitter was the rod that tried to bend our light Yet with a steady beat our weary feet Came to the place our elders dreamed in night We have come over a way watered with tears We have come through a path soaked by the slaughtered years Out from the gloomy past To stand where a gleam breaks through at last God of our weary years God of our silent tears You carried us thus far on the way You led us by might into the light Keep our steps in the path we pray Lest our feet stray from the ground where we met you Keep us true keep us true Lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world forget you Keep us near keep us near Shadowed beneath your hand we stand True to our God True to our native land Rising like a dawn that refuses to dim Till victory calls our name   This Musinique studio session presents a contemporary meditation on the iconic hymn "Lift Every Voice and Sing." The piece weaves together the original hymn's themes of perseverance, faith, and collective liberation with new poetic imagery—opening with "I lift every voice like a lantern in the dawn" and introducing metaphors of seeds, stones, and steady beats. While honoring the traditional verses about the "stony road" and prayers to the "God of our weary years," this work-in-progress adds fresh interpretive layers that emphasize individual voice ("I lift," "I hold") within the communal chorus, creating a bridge between historical struggle and present-day resilience. "Lift Every Voice and Sing" is a hymn written as a poem by James Weldon Johnson in 1900 and set to music by his brother, J. Rosamond Johnson. Created for a celebration of Abraham Lincoln's birthday, it became an anthem of the African American civil rights movement and is often called the "Black National Anthem." The original work is in the public domain. #LiftEveryVoice #MusiniqueStudios #BlackNationalAnthem #SpiritualMusic #JamesWeldonJohnson #FreedomSongs #GospelReimagined #WorkInProgress #ProtestMusic #SocialJusticeMusic #HymnsReborn #LiberationMusic #StudioSessions #ContemporarySpirituals #MayflieldKing

Is everyone on SoundCloud a music promoter? I got fifty messages today oh my   All saying hey I’ll make you fly high   Each one a promoter so they say   But not a single one can prove their way   Is everyone on SoundCloud a music promoter   Are they all famous like they told her   They promise me the moon and stars   But I don’t see no fancy cars   They say they’ll make me a superstar   From here to there and near and far   But when I ask show me your plan   They’re gone quicker than a flash in the pan   Is everyone on SoundCloud a music promoter   Are they all experts like they told her   They wave their magic words around   But no proof of fame to be found   A satirical studio session from Musinique that calls out the overwhelming spam problem on SoundCloud. The song humorously documents the relentless flood of messages from self-proclaimed "music promoters" who promise stardom, the moon, and the stars—but vanish the moment you ask for proof or details. With a catchy, repetitive hook that mirrors the repetitive nature of these spam messages themselves, this work-in-progress captures the frustration every independent artist faces when trying to navigate legitimate music promotion versus opportunistic scammers. No fancy cars, no proven track records—just empty promises that disappear "quicker than a flash in the pan."  #SoundCloudPromoters #MusicIndustryScams #IndependentArtist #SoundCloudSpam #FakeMusicPromoters #MusicPromotion #SoundCloudProblems #ArtistLife #MusicBusiness #IndieMusic #MusiciansOfSoundCloud #MusicScams #DIYMusician #MusiqueStudio #WorkInProgress #DemoSession #SatiricalSong #MusicComedy #SoundCloudArtists #SoundCloudCommunity #SoundCloudMusicians

They told me Hush As if silence were a tidy room with no windows But my breath Fluttered open Like a stubborn bird With a starlit throat Whoever taught wings to listen Their hush fell Heavy as old kingdoms And still My voice leapt out A barefoot thing Laughing in sound I sang instead Because the world keeps forgetting How loud a single heartbeat can bloom When no one is looking And my song Not quite a shout Not quite a prayer Rose crookedly Rose beautifully Past their swords Their crosses Their crowns Past every sorry rule Built to quiet Wide open souls And the air Became a trembling yes Where all their no had lived So here I am Bright, untamed Shaking the dust from my vowels They told me hush I heard a cage I sang instead

Gochujang Caramel Cookies Back in Boston teaching game Northeastern hard but it ain't the same Less UCLA sunshine and UCLA's glow There's one regret I can't let go An Indian queen caught my eye Words fail me now I wonder why Could have made her life could have made her stay Now I'm here praying for another day Crying in the mug of Gochujang Caramel Cookies I can't look away Did I miss my chance was it fate's design Back on campus but I'm empty inside Baby cookies could have turned it right Gochujang Caramel spicy sweet delight Crying in the mug of Gochujang Caramel Cookies through the night Reading the recipe aloud what she'd care Got a soft laugh in the air Gallop of Gochujang a spicy smile Could I have made her see the man I'd be Or is it just these cookies speaking for me Crying in the mug of Gochujang Caramel Cookies where she used to be Did I miss my chance was it fate's design Now I'm empty inside Maybe cookies could have turned it right Crying in the mug of Gochujang Caramel Cookies I can't look away Did I miss my chance was it fate's design Back on campus but I'm empty inside Maybe cookies could have turned it right Gochujang Caramel spicy sweet delight   Nik Bear Brown https://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQ https://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275 https://nikbear.musinique.com  

The Journey Through Oz" - A Poetic Retelling of Dorothy's Adventure | Part I the cyclone a sky torn open—twisting high— dorothy lifted, house spun, goodbye A twister spun Dorothy high, no warning, no sign, Landed her in Oz, where the skies didn’t align. the council with the munchkins tiny feet in a land unknown they called her queen, yet kansas called home Tiny voices, bright and clear, hailed her queen, But Dorothy’s heart was set on Kansas, unseen. how dorothy saved the scarecrow straw man limp, eyes full of plea, dorothy’s hand gave him thoughts, set him free A man of straw hung limp on a pole, She gave him life, a mind, made him whole. the road through the forest darkness thick (no sun, no sound) they walked where no light could be found Through trees so thick, where shadows play, They walked, unsure of light or day. the rescue of the tin woodman rusted still, a heartless frame, with oil, dorothy whispered his name A heartless man rusted stiff in the wood, Dorothy's oil can brought him back, as it should. the cowardly lion he roared so loud, but inside hid a heart that fear itself had bid Roars loud, but a heart that’s torn, Bravery, he learns, can be reborn. the journey to the great oz emerald light so far ahead, they walked with dreams in every tread Eyes set on the Emerald City bright, Hoping for answers, they push through the night. the deadly poppy field sleep, sleep, the flowers sing, but courage woke, and so they cling Sleepy blooms, red as fire, took their toll, But they pushed through, hearts made whole. the queen of the field mice small hands moved mountains unseen, mice carried hope through fields so green Small but mighty, the mice came through, Helping them cross when they knew not what to do. the guardian of the gate green-tinted eyes saw wonder’s glow, but truth behind was hidden low Green spectacles to see the glow, But is Oz the great, or just for show? the wonderful city of oz streets of emerald, towers high, yet behind the shine, there lay a lie Emerald streets, shining so wide, Yet secrets beneath the glitter hide. the search for the wicked witch fearsome flight through skies of dread, but evil shrinks where love is led They searched for evil, through fear and fright, Facing the dark with courage in sight.   The Lyrical Literacy podcast presents a lyrical journey through L. Frank Baum's beloved tale "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz." Through evocative couplets, this episode captures the essence of Dorothy's adventure, from the cyclone that whisks her away to her encounters with the Scarecrow, Tin Woodman, and Cowardly Lion. Each verse paints a vivid picture of this timeless story, highlighting moments of courage, friendship, and the universal desire to find one's way home. Origin "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" was written by L. Frank Baum and first published in 1900. It has since become one of America's most enduring fairy tales, spawning numerous adaptations including the iconic 1939 film. Baum's original story was intended as a modernized fairy tale that embraced American values rather than the sometimes frightening morality lessons of European fairy tales. The book is now in the public domain, allowing for creative reinterpretations like this poetic rendition. Episode Highlights Poetic couplets capturing pivotal moments in Dorothy's journey Exploration of the main characters' quests for wisdom, heart, and courage The contrast between the glittering Emerald City and the hidden truths it conceals Themes of home, belonging, and inner strength throughout the narrative The power of unlikely friendships in overcoming obstacles Discover more episodes at the Lyrical Literacy podcast: https://podcast.humanitarians.ai/ #WizardOfOz #DorothyGale #YellowBrickRoad #LyricalLiteracy #ClassicTales #LiteraryPoetry #EmeraldCity #FrankBaum   Nik Bear Brown https://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQ https://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275 https://nikbear.musinique.com

Magic Art of the Great Humbug |  Lyrical Literacy (Oz Sung) The Lyrical Literacy podcast presents a poignant musical exploration of the pivotal moment in "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" when Dorothy and her companions discover the true identity of the great and powerful Oz. This contemplative song captures their journey through the Emerald City, their confrontation with the man behind the curtain, and their reckoning with broken promises and dashed hopes as they realize the wizard is merely "a humbug" – an ordinary man using illusions to appear magnificent. Based on L. Frank Baum's classic 1900 novel "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz," this scene represents one of literature's most famous revelations about the gap between appearance and reality. The original story, now in the public domain, has become a cultural touchstone for exposing frauds and questioning authority figures who hide behind spectacle. Explore more musical adaptations of classic stories at the Lyrical Literacy podcast https://podcast.humanitarians.ai/   Magic Art of the Great Humbug We walk through green and gold Emerald walls where secrets hold A hum of wonder whispers near Tales unfold as we appear For what was promised, we dare and see But shadows thin as air can be And does the mighty Oz even care We came for what was promised, just and fair With hopes and dreams, we dare—oh, we dare But all we see are shadows, thin as air We faced the wicked dark Melted her shadow, left our mark Now we’re back to claim the spark The things we missed that leave us stark Promises made, fair and clear Shine bright then vanish here In this place of smoke and air Does Oz even care Silence holds us in that room Waiting on the Wizard’s tune His voice echoes from the gloom Hollow words that curl and bloom Then he appears, no more than a man Not great, nor terrible, just a sham We see through him, see his scam But here we stand, as we began Scarecrow says, I need a brain Lion sighs, Help me shake the strain Tin Man seeks a heart again Dorothy dreams of Kansas plains We came for what was promised, just and fair With hopes and dreams, we dare—oh, we dare But all we see are shadows, thin as air The humbug laughs, he plays his part Fake courage, brains, a mimic heart We stand, we know, we’re worlds apart But still, we hope for a brand-new start We came for what was promised, just and fair With hopes and dreams, we dare—oh, we dare But all we see are shadows, thin as air Does the mighty Oz even care Nik Bear Brown https://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQ https://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275 https://nikbear.musinique.com  

 Little Light of Mine,  Michael Row the Boat Ashore,, Down by the Riverside and Oh Happy Day   The Musinique podcast presents a soul-stirring collection of traditional gospel and spiritual songs, creating a tapestry of hope and resilience. This episode features timeless classics including "This Little Light of Mine," "Michael Row the Boat Ashore," "Down by the Riverside," and "Oh Happy Day." Each song carries powerful messages of inner strength, peace, and spiritual journey, reimagined through the Musinique creative process. These studio sessions blend musical heritage with contemporary sensibilities, showcasing the enduring power of gospel music to inspire and unite. Musinique continues its mission of supporting independent artists and authentic voices through these thoughtful interpretations of spiritual classics.   #GospelClassics #SpiritualMusic #IndieVoices #MusiniqueCreates #ThisLittleLight #MusicForChange #SpokenWord #PeaceAndHope #MusicalHeritage #SoulfulSessions About Musinique Musinique creates AI tools to promote indie artists and indie voices. Their innovative software at https://www.musinique.com/musinique enables artists to create and edit lyrics collaboratively, as demonstrated in this episode. Beyond technology, Musinique operates as a record label and publishing company dedicated to supporting independent thought and artistic expression. They actively address industry pain points for struggling artists, particularly the practice of charging artists for playlist placement. Their upcoming playlists search tool will help indie artists find playlists with integrity and avoid exploitative "A&R" practices. Musinique's commitment to positive change is expressed through protest songs, believing in the power of music and compassion over hate. Their resident poet, Nik Bear Brown, creates spoken word compositions and interprets public domain poems (typically pre-1929). Additionally, Musinique produces language learning, music learning, and reading enhancement songs for the 501(c)(3) non-profit Humanitarians. Musinique https://www.youtube.com/@Musinique https://musinique.com    Little Light of Mine,  Michael Row the Boat Ashore,, Down by the Riverside and Oh Happy Day   This little light of mine I'm gonna let it shine This little light of mine I'm gonna let it shine This little light of mine I'm gonna let it shine Let it shine Let it shine Let it shine Everywhere I go I'm gonna let it shine Everywhere I go I'm gonna let it shine Everywhere I go I'm gonna let it shine Let it shine Let it shine Let it shine All through the night I'm gonna let it shine All through the night I'm gonna let it shine All through the night I'm gonna let it shine Let it shine Let it shine Let it shine Hide it under a bushel no I'm gonna let it shine Hide it under a bushel no I'm gonna let it shine Hide it under a bushel no I'm gonna let it shine Let it shine Let it shine Let it shine Don't let anyone blow it out I'm gonna let it shine Don't let anyone blow it out I'm gonna let it shine Don't let anyone blow it out I'm gonna let it shine Let it shine Let it shine Let it shine Michael row the boat ashore Hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore Hallelujah Sister help to trim the sails Hallelujah Sister help to trim the sails Hallelujah River Jordan is chilly and cold Hallelujah Chills the body but not the soul Hallelujah The river is deep The river is wide Hallelujah Milk and brown-eyed queen on the other side Hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore Hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore Hallelujah I'm gonna lay down my burden Down by the riverside Down by the riverside Down by the riverside I'm gonna lay down my burden Down by the riverside I'm gonna study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside Down by the riverside I'm gonna study war no more I'm gonna put on my long white robe Down by the riverside Down by the riverside I'm gonna study war no more I'm gonna walk with the prince of peace Down by the riverside Down by the riverside I'm gonna study war no more Oh happy day Oh happy day When Jesus washed When Jesus washed He washed my sins away Oh happy day He taught me how to watch fight and pray Watch and pray And live rejoicing every day Every day

Journey of the Magi - We Three Kings | Xmas Songs (Studio Sessions)   The Lyrical Literacy podcast explores the beloved Christmas carol "We Three Kings of Orient Are," bringing to life the journey of the three wise men bearing gifts for the newborn Jesus. This episode weaves through the symbolic meaning of gold, frankincense, and myrrh as royal tribute, divine acknowledgment, and mortal sacrifice. The timeless melody captures both the wonder of following the guiding star and the profound spiritual significance of the Magi's pilgrimage across desert lands to find the humble manger in Bethlehem. Origin "We Three Kings of Orient Are" was written by American clergyman John Henry Hopkins Jr. in 1857 for a Christmas pageant at the General Theological Seminary in New York City. Hopkins composed both the lyrics and music, creating one of America's earliest Christmas carols that wasn't adapted from European sources. The carol dramatizes the Biblical story of the Magi from Matthew 2:1-12, who followed a star to bring gifts to the infant Jesus.   #ChristmasCarol #WeThreeKings #LyricalLiteracy #ChristmasTradition #MusicEducation #HolidayMusic #BiblicalStory #TheMagi #ChildrensLiteracy #ClassicHymns   Nik Bear Brown https://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQ https://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275 https://nikbear.musinique.com

One... or two? Which is real? I do not know which to prefer—   This a a spoken word poem for a data visualization where AI generated and real images are shown next to one another and the user is asked:   One... or two? Which is real?

  Vocal Riffs are just playing with sound. This often leads to something good down the road.   So I thank the Lord for giving me the things I need. A heart full of love is good, is good. The one, one I never knew. So, so true, with beauty like the sea and the smile that... The things I need: a heart full of love is good to me. But He, for God, the one thing I need— the one I never knew. So, so true, with beauty like the sea and the smile that... Brown eyes, brown eyes. Eyes turn into winter, your brown eyes tell stories the world can't hold.

Over the River and Through the Wood | Xmas Sing-a-Long The Lyrical Literacy podcast explores a festive adaptation of "Over the River and Through the Wood," transforming Lydia Maria Child's 1844 Thanksgiving poem into a Christmas journey. This reimagined version retains the beloved sleigh ride to grandmother's house while introducing rich holiday imagery—twinkling lights, holly-adorned doors, hanging stockings, and the peaceful glow of church bells. The adaptation creates an immersive Christmas experience through eight verses that follow travelers across snowy landscapes toward the warmth of family celebration, capturing both the physical journey and the spiritual essence of the Christmas season. Over the River and Through the Wood  Over the river and through the wood   To Grandmother's house we go   The sleigh is packed with gifts and cheer   For Christmas lights are aglow   Over the river and through the wood   The carols and songs we hear   The melodies ring as the joy they bring   Fills hearts with Christmas cheer   Over the river and past the trees   The starry sky shines bright   The warmth inside and the Yuletide tide   Make this a holy night   Over the river and through the snow   The holly's on the door   We gather around where the joy abounds   With Christmas love in store   Over the river and to the fire   Where stockings hang with care   With stories to tell and the midnight bell   The Christmas spirit's there   Over the river and through the snow   The Christmas tree stands tall   Its twinkling lights in the frosty night   Bring joy to one and all   Over the river, the sleigh bells ring   Their music fills the air   With laughter and cheer we draw ever near   To Christmas memories fair   Over the river, the church bells chime   Proclaiming peace tonight   We lift up our song as we ride along   To greet the holy light   #LyricalLiteracy #ChristmasClassic #OverTheRiver #HolidayTraditions #WinterJourney #SleighRide #ChristmasCarol #FamilyGathering #HolidaySongs #PublicDomainAdaptation Origin: "Over the River and Through the Wood" was originally written by Lydia Maria Child in 1844 as "The New-England Boy's Song about Thanksgiving Day." Published in her book "Flowers for Children, Volume 2," it depicted a sleigh journey to grandfather's house for Thanksgiving. Child was an American abolitionist, women's rights activist, and author. The poem was later set to music and became a popular holiday song. Over time, many adaptations shifted the focus from Thanksgiving to Christmas, as seen in this version which replaces harvest themes with Christmas imagery while maintaining the cherished sleigh ride framework.   Mayfield King https://open.spotify.com/artist/6vpw3aw6hEJRPHgYGrN3kX?si=_WzqjRRwSQa5AtEUEjyv4w https://music.apple.com/ca/artist/mayfield-king/1846526759 https://mayfield.musinique.com    

Over the River and Through the Wood | Xmas Songs (Nik Bear)   The Lyrical Literacy podcast explores a Christmas adaptation of the beloved American poem "Over the River and Through the Wood." Originally written by Lydia Maria Child in 1844 as a Thanksgiving poem, this Christmas version transforms the journey to grandmother's house into a festive sleigh ride filled with holiday imagery. The adaptation weaves together traditional elements like sleigh bells, holly, and stockings with the spiritual essence of Christmas, creating a warm narrative of family gathering and seasonal celebration. Nik Bear Brown's reimagining preserves the nostalgic charm of the original while enhancing its yuletide relevance, making it perfect for holiday gatherings and Christmas storytelling traditions.   Over the river and through the wood To Grandmother's house we go The sleigh is packed with gifts and cheer For Christmas lights are aglow Over the river and through the wood The carols and songs we hear The melodies ring as the joy they bring Fills hearts with Christmas cheer Over the river and past the trees The starry sky shines bright The warmth inside and the Yuletide tide Make this a holy night Over the river and through the snow The holly's on the door We gather around where the joy abounds With Christmas love in store Over the river and to the fire Where stockings hang with care With stories to tell and the midnight bell The Christmas spirit's there Over the river and through the snow The Christmas tree stands tall Its twinkling lights in the frosty night Bring joy to one and all Over the river, the sleigh bells ring Their music fills the air With laughter and cheer we draw ever near To Christmas memories fair Over the river, the church bells chime Proclaiming peace tonight We lift up our song as we ride along To greet the holy light   #LyricalLiteracy #ChristmasCarol #OverTheRiver #HolidayTraditions #PublicDomainAdaptation #ChristmasClassic #FamilyGathering #WinterWonderland #SleighRide #HolidaySongs   Humanitarians AI https://music.apple.com/us/artist/humanitarians-ai/1781414009 https://open.spotify.com/artist/3cj3R4pDpYQHaWx0MM2vFV https://music.youtube.com/channel/UC5PUIUdDRqnCoOMlgoAtFUg https://humanitarians.musinique.com https://www.humanitarians.ai/ Over the River and Through the Wood Rewritten or adapted by Musinique's resident poet, Nik Bear Brown (https://www.musinique.com/nikbearbrown) Historical Background: "Over the River and Through the Wood" was originally a Thanksgiving poem written by Lydia Maria Child in 1844, titled "The New-England Boy's Song about Thanksgiving Day." It was first published in Child's book "Flowers for Children, Volume 2." Child was an American abolitionist, women's rights activist, and novelist who also wrote popular cookbooks. The poem was later set to music and became a popular holiday song, with many variations adapting it for Christmas rather than its original Thanksgiving theme. The song describes a sleigh ride to visit grandparents for a holiday celebration. Original Version: The original poem/lyrics by Lydia Maria Child are in the public domain and can be found in many traditional songbooks and historical archives. The original version speaks specifically about Thanksgiving and mentions grandfather's house rather than grandmother's. Many adaptations exist, making it one of the most flexible holiday songs in American culture.      

Cuphead | Lyrical Literacy Project Lyrical Literacy Project because sometimes get a kid in engage in reading, singing and learning involves making a simple song about her favorite video game. Check out the good work that the Lyrical Literacy Project does here https://www.humanitarians.ai/lyrical-literacy The Cuphead song was cut short to fit the YouTube shorts formet here the full song here or here https://podcast.humanitarians.ai/ or here https://podcast.musinique.com/ The Lyrical Literacy podcast delivers timeless stories and poems through the science-backed power of music. Music, poems and stories are exercise for the brain. Each episode presents carefully selected fairy tales, myths, poems, and lullabies from around the world, enhanced through innovative audio techniques based on neuroscientific research. Developed by Humanitarians AI, this research-based program leverages the fact that music engages more brain regions simultaneously than almost any other activity, creating multimodal learning experiences that target specific cognitive and linguistic skills. Our unique approach combines traditional storytelling with strategic musical elements to maximize comprehension, retention, and neural connectivity in developing minds. Each production is meticulously crafted using humans + AI. AI-assisted techniques to optimize pacing, musical accompaniment, ideation, and emotional resonance—all designed to foster deeper language processing while maintaining high engagement levels. Perfect for parents, educators, and children seeking content that entertains while developing critical literacy foundations. #Cuphead #CupheadGame #StudioMDHR #MugmanAndCuphead #RunAndGun #CupheadMusic #1930sAnimation #LyricalLiteracy #MusicAndReading #LiteracyThroughMusic #EducationalMusic #HumanitariansAI #MusicForLearning #NeuroscienceOfMusic #StorytellingWithMusic #AIAssistededucation #MultimodalLearning #CognitiveDevelopment #CupheadLyrics #GameMusicLiteracy #LearningThroughGaming #MusicalStorytelling #ReadingSongs #GameBasedLearning

The Caterpillar Spins  - Studio Sessions (Nik Bear) Nik Bear Brown https://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQ https://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275 https://nikbear.musinique.com

Pretty Little Cavalinhos | Lyrical Literacy Lullaby This Lyrical Literacy Lullaby presents a melodic bilingual reimagining of the classic lullaby "All the Pretty Little Horses." The arrangement weaves together the traditional English verses with Portuguese lines ("Todos os lindos cavalinhos"), creating a soothing multicultural soundscape. The expanded lyrics paint vivid imagery of magical horses with "silver saddles" and "golden reins," carrying listeners through dreamy landscapes "where fireflies and dream seeds blow." This gentle composition bridges cultural traditions while maintaining the comforting essence of the original lullaby, making it perfect for both children's bedtime and language learning. Origin "All the Pretty Little Horses" is a traditional American lullaby that likely originated in the Southern United States during the 19th century. Some musicologists believe it may have African American origins, possibly sung by enslaved mothers to their children. The song became widely known through folk music collections and has been recorded by numerous artists over the decades. This adaptation preserves the core melody and opening verses of the traditional lullaby while expanding it with Portuguese translations and original verses that enhance the dreamlike equine imagery of the original. Hush a bye don’t you cry Go to sleepy little baby When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses Painted ponies black and gray Tails like clouds that drift away Silken manes and dancing hooves Hush a bye don’t you cry All the pretty horses fly Todos os lindos cavalinhos Durma agora sem chorar Vai sonhar meu docinho Silver saddles golden reins Softest winds through windowpanes You shall ride in morning light With horses glowing pure and white Through the fields where willows grow Where fireflies and dream seeds blow And if you weep the stars will sway The moon will hum your fears away A lullaby for sleepy heads Sleepy heads Hush a bye don’t you cry All the pretty horses fly Todos os lindos cavalinhos Durma agora sem chorar Vai sonhar meu docinho Hush a bye don’t you cry All the pretty horses fly   #BilingualLullaby #LyricalLiteracy #PrettyLittleHorses #PortugueseEnglish #MulticulturalMusic #ChildrensSongs #DreamyLullabies #MusicEducation #FolkMusic #SleepyTimeMusic #HumanitariansAI   Humanitarians AI https://music.apple.com/us/artist/humanitarians-ai/1781414009 https://open.spotify.com/artist/3cj3R4pDpYQHaWx0MM2vFV https://music.youtube.com/channel/UC5PUIUdDRqnCoOMlgoAtFUg https://humanitarians.musinique.com

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot (1915) "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" was first published in the June 1915 issue of Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, and later included in T.S. Eliot's first collection, "Prufrock and Other Observations" (1917). This poem is considered one of the most important works of modernist poetry. Eliot actually wrote the poem between 1910 and 1911 while he was a graduate student at Harvard, but it wasn't published until several years later with help from Ezra Pound, who championed Eliot's work. The poem represents a dramatic shift in poetic style, featuring a fragmented narrative structure and the internal monologue of its anxious, indecisive narrator. It's known for its memorable opening lines and the recurring themes of social anxiety, isolation, and the difficulties of communication.   S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question ...   Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit.   In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.   The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes, Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.   And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.   In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.   And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair — (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”) My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin — (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”) Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.   For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room.                So how should I presume?   And I have known the eyes already, known them all— The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?                And how should I presume?   And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!) Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.                And should I then presume?                And how should I begin?   Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...   I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.   And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.   And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— If one, settling a pillow by her head                Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;                That is not it, at all.”   And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— And this, and so much more?— It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say:                “That is not it at all,                That is not what I meant, at all.”   No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool.   I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.   Shall I part my hair behind?   Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.   I do not think that they will sing to me.   I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.   Nik Bear Brown https://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQ https://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275 https://nikbear.musinique.com    

Sacred Emily by Gertrude Stein, 1913 (Spoken Word Nik Bear)   Argonauts   That is plenty   Cunning saxon symbol   Symbol of beauty   Thimble of everything   Cunning clover thimble   Cunning of everything   Cunning of thimble   Cunning cunning   Place in pets   Night town   Night town a glass   Color mahogany   Color mahogany center   Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose   Loveliness extreme   Extra gaiters   Loveliness extreme   Sweetest ice cream   Page ages page ages page ages   Wiped wiped wire wire   Sweeter than peaches and pears and cream   Wiped wire wiped wire   Extra extreme   Put measure treasure   Measure treasure   Tables track   Nursed   Dough   That will do   Cup or cup or   Excessively illigitimate   Pussy pussy pussy what what   Current secret sneezers   Ever   Mercy for a dog   Medal make medal   Able able able   A go to green and a letter spoke a go to green or praise or   Worships worships worships   Door   Do or   Table linen   Wet spoil   Wet spoil gaiters and knees and little spools little spools or ready silk lining   Suppose misses misses   Curls to butter   Curls   Curls   Settle stretches   See at till   Louise   Sunny   Sail or   Sail or rustle   Mourn in morning   The way to say   Patter   Deal own a   Robber   A high b and a perfect sight   Little things singer   Jane   Aiming   Not in description   Day way   A blow is delighted   Nik Bear Brown https://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQ https://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275 https://nikbear.musinique.com  

No More Pharaohs No More Kings Let My People Go   If you refuse to let them go I will send a plague of frogs on your whole country The frogs will come up into your palace and your bedroom and onto your bed Into the houses of your officials and on your people and into your ovens and kneading troughs The frogs will come up on you and your people and all your officials They build their thrones on broken backs Let my people go But we the many will push back Let my people go If you won't let them go then know The frogs will rise from down below They'll fill your bed and block your door In ovens bowls and every floor They'll leap upon the kings and cooks From gold tiled halls to hidden nooks This is the warning loud and low Let my people go Thus saith the Lord bold Moses said Let my people go If not your power shall lose its thread Let my people go No crown no law that steals the bread Let my people go We rise for justice not for dread Let my people go If you won't let them go then know The frogs will rise from down below They'll fill your bed and block your door In ovens bowls and every floor They'll leap upon the kings and cooks From gold tiled halls to hidden nooks This is the warning loud and low Let my people go From border wall to banker's gate Let my people go The people's voice will liberate Let my people go We are many They are few Let my people go No more Pharaohs No more kings Let my people go   Mayfield King https://music.apple.com/gb/artist/mayfield-king/1846526759 https://open.spotify.com/artist/6vpw3aw6hEJRPHgYGrN3kX?si=_WzqjRRwSQa5AtEUEjyv4w https://mayfield.musinique.com    

Twas the night before Christmas (Mayfield)   ’Twas the night before Christmas all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there The children were dreaming so snug in their beds While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads Oh ‘twas the night the magical night When the world held its breath under silver moonlight The snow fell soft the stars shone bright Oh ‘twas the night the Christmas night When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter Away to the window I flew like a flash Threw open the shutters and lifted the sash Oh the moon on the snow it shimmered so clear And then I saw him the man of the year With a sleigh full of toys and eight tiny deer And a jolly old driver who brought Christmas cheer Now Dasher now Dancer now Prancer and Vixen On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen Oh ‘twas the night the magical night When the world held its breath under silver moonlight The snow fell soft the stars shone bright Oh ‘twas the night the Christmas night Down the chimney he came his fur trimmed with soot A sack full of treasures from head to his foot His eyes how they twinkled his dimples so merry His cheeks red as roses his nose like a cherry And he laughed with a belly that shook like jelly A right jolly elf so warm and friendly He didn’t speak a word but went straight to his work Filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk He laid a finger aside of his nose And up the chimney with a nod he rose Oh ‘twas the night the magical night When the world held its breath under silver moonlight The snow fell soft the stars shone bright Oh ‘twas the night the Christmas night And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night Oh ‘twas the night the magical night When the world held its breath under silver moonlight The snow fell soft the stars shone bright Oh ‘twas the night the Christmas night And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night  

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (Newton)   Twas the night before Christmas all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there The children were dreaming so snug in their beds While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads Oh twas the night the magical night When the world held its breath under silver moonlight The snow fell soft the stars shone bright Oh twas the night the Christmas night When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter Away to the window I flew like a flash Threw open the shutters and lifted the sash Oh the moon on the snow it shimmered so clear And then I saw him the man of the year With a sleigh full of toys and eight tiny deer And a jolly old driver who brought Christmas cheer Now Dasher now Dancer now Prancer and Vixen On Comet on Cupid Down the chimney he came his fur trimmed with soot A sack full of treasures from head to his foot His eyes how they twinkled his dimples so merry His cheeks red as roses his nose like a cherry And he laughed with a belly that shook like jelly A right jolly elf so warm and friendly He didn’t speak a word but went straight to his work Filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk He laid a finger aside of his nose And up the chimney with a nod he rose And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (Adapted into Song Lyrics) (Nik Bear)   ’Twas the night before Christmas all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there The children were dreaming so snug in their beds While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads Oh ‘twas the night the magical night When the world held its breath under silver moonlight The snow fell soft the stars shone bright Oh ‘twas the night the Christmas night When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter Away to the window I flew like a flash Threw open the shutters and lifted the sash Oh the moon on the snow it shimmered so clear And then I saw him the man of the year With a sleigh full of toys and eight tiny deer And a jolly old driver who brought Christmas cheer Now Dasher now Dancer now Prancer and Vixen On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen Oh ‘twas the night the magical night When the world held its breath under silver moonlight The snow fell soft the stars shone bright Oh ‘twas the night the Christmas night Down the chimney he came his fur trimmed with soot A sack full of treasures from head to his foot His eyes how they twinkled his dimples so merry His cheeks red as roses his nose like a cherry And he laughed with a belly that shook like jelly A right jolly elf so warm and friendly He didn’t speak a word but went straight to his work Filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk He laid a finger aside of his nose And up the chimney with a nod he rose Oh ‘twas the night the magical night When the world held its breath under silver moonlight The snow fell soft the stars shone bright Oh ‘twas the night the Christmas night And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night Oh ‘twas the night the magical night When the world held its breath under silver moonlight The snow fell soft the stars shone bright Oh ‘twas the night the Christmas night And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night

The Price of Eggs (Liam)   Liam Bear Brown https://music.apple.com/us/artist/liam-bear-brown/1780970474 https://open.spotify.com/artist/4SSyKsRubysg99cAIs82uI?si=pp_V83uiRJGelFNWsr8Frg https://liam.musinique.com  

This Train Is Bound for Glory  - Studio Sessions (Bear) This Train Is Bound for Glory is one of the most powerful spirituals in the public domain — a rolling anthem of faith, justice, and the journey toward salvation. Rooted in the oral tradition of Black spirituals, this song emerged in the early 20th century, carried by church voices, railroad workers, and freedom singers. With a no-nonsense moral clarity, it lays out who gets to ride the train — not kings or liars, but the humble and righteous. We’ve restructured this timeless classic with acoustic gospel soul and community harmonies — built for clapping hands, stomping feet, and raw baritone voices. No crowns needed. Just a steady heart and a soul ready to ride. 🎙️ This version uses only public domain lyrics — free to perform, record, and remix. Let the people sing. Public Domain Lyrics: This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory Don't ride nothin’ but the righteous and the holy This train is bound for glory This train This train don't carry no gamblers This train This train don't carry no gamblers This train This train don't carry no gamblers Liars thieves or midnight ramblers This train is bound for glory This train This train don’t carry no liars This train This train don’t carry no liars This train This train don’t carry no liars Backbiters or two-faced buyers This train is bound for glory This train This train is built for the humble This train This train is built for the humble This train This train is built for the humble Not the proud who live in fumble This train is bound for glory This train You don’t need a crown Or a seat in high places Just a heart that’s steady And feet that know the rhythm of grace This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory Ride it clean ride it surely This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory This train #ThisTrainIsBoundForGlory #PublicDomainSong #GospelMusic #Spirituals #BlackSpirituals #FreedomSongs #FolkGospel #ProtestMusic #TrainSongs #SoulfulFolk #AcousticGospel #GospelRoots #RighteousJourney #LetMyPeopleGo #JusticeThroughMusic #TradSongs #GospelBlues #OldTimeReligion #NoKingsButTheLord #PeopleGetReady #MusicOfThePeople #SingingTruth #BaritoneGospel #HarmonicaSoul #ClapAndStomp #GospelChoir #FreedomTrain #SacredSound #RootsRevival #FolkSpiritual   Nik Bear Brown https://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQ https://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275 https://nikbear.musinique.com      

This Train Is Bound for Glory  - Studio Sessions (Prarthana) This Train Is Bound for Glory is one of the most powerful spirituals in the public domain — a rolling anthem of faith, justice, and the journey toward salvation. Rooted in the oral tradition of Black spirituals, this song emerged in the early 20th century, carried by church voices, railroad workers, and freedom singers. With a no-nonsense moral clarity, it lays out who gets to ride the train — not kings or liars, but the humble and righteous. We’ve restructured this timeless classic with acoustic gospel soul and community harmonies — built for clapping hands, stomping feet, and raw baritone voices. No crowns needed. Just a steady heart and a soul ready to ride. 🎙️ This version uses only public domain lyrics — free to perform, record, and remix. Let the people sing. Public Domain Lyrics: This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory Don't ride nothin’ but the righteous and the holy This train is bound for glory This train This train don't carry no gamblers This train This train don't carry no gamblers This train This train don't carry no gamblers Liars thieves or midnight ramblers This train is bound for glory This train This train don’t carry no liars This train This train don’t carry no liars This train This train don’t carry no liars Backbiters or two-faced buyers This train is bound for glory This train This train is built for the humble This train This train is built for the humble This train This train is built for the humble Not the proud who live in fumble This train is bound for glory This train You don’t need a crown Or a seat in high places Just a heart that’s steady And feet that know the rhythm of grace This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory Ride it clean ride it surely This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory This train #ThisTrainIsBoundForGlory #PublicDomainSong #GospelMusic #Spirituals #BlackSpirituals #FreedomSongs #FolkGospel #ProtestMusic #TrainSongs #SoulfulFolk #AcousticGospel #GospelRoots #RighteousJourney #LetMyPeopleGo #JusticeThroughMusic #TradSongs #GospelBlues #OldTimeReligion #NoKingsButTheLord #PeopleGetReady #MusicOfThePeople #SingingTruth #BaritoneGospel #HarmonicaSoul #ClapAndStomp #GospelChoir #FreedomTrain #SacredSound #RootsRevival #FolkSpiritual   Prarthana Maha Brown https://music.apple.com/us/artist/prarthana-maha-brown/1840725199 https://open.spotify.com/artist/1sPHt959TSCSgctMB5Xdop?si=yxPbrdEiReaofLd_N_kjAg https://prarthana.musinique.com    

This Train Is Bound for Glory  - Studio Sessions (Liam) This Train Is Bound for Glory is one of the most powerful spirituals in the public domain — a rolling anthem of faith, justice, and the journey toward salvation. Rooted in the oral tradition of Black spirituals, this song emerged in the early 20th century, carried by church voices, railroad workers, and freedom singers. With a no-nonsense moral clarity, it lays out who gets to ride the train — not kings or liars, but the humble and righteous. We’ve restructured this timeless classic with acoustic gospel soul and community harmonies — built for clapping hands, stomping feet, and raw baritone voices. No crowns needed. Just a steady heart and a soul ready to ride. 🎙️ This version uses only public domain lyrics — free to perform, record, and remix. Let the people sing. Public Domain Lyrics: This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory Don't ride nothin’ but the righteous and the holy This train is bound for glory This train This train don't carry no gamblers This train This train don't carry no gamblers This train This train don't carry no gamblers Liars thieves or midnight ramblers This train is bound for glory This train This train don’t carry no liars This train This train don’t carry no liars This train This train don’t carry no liars Backbiters or two-faced buyers This train is bound for glory This train This train is built for the humble This train This train is built for the humble This train This train is built for the humble Not the proud who live in fumble This train is bound for glory This train You don’t need a crown Or a seat in high places Just a heart that’s steady And feet that know the rhythm of grace This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory Ride it clean ride it surely This train is bound for glory This train This train is bound for glory This train #ThisTrainIsBoundForGlory #PublicDomainSong #GospelMusic #Spirituals #BlackSpirituals #FreedomSongs #FolkGospel #ProtestMusic #TrainSongs #SoulfulFolk #AcousticGospel #GospelRoots #RighteousJourney #LetMyPeopleGo #JusticeThroughMusic #TradSongs #GospelBlues #OldTimeReligion #NoKingsButTheLord #PeopleGetReady #MusicOfThePeople #SingingTruth #BaritoneGospel #HarmonicaSoul #ClapAndStomp #GospelChoir #FreedomTrain #SacredSound #RootsRevival #FolkSpiritual   Liam Bear Brown https://music.apple.com/us/artist/liam-bear-brown/1780970474 https://open.spotify.com/artist/4SSyKsRubysg99cAIs82uI?si=pp_V83uiRJGelFNWsr8Frg https://liam.musinique.com

"If the world is condemned to mediocrity, if heroes are no more than statues and mythical figures and if adventure is for madmen then let us condemn ourselves to glory, let us become myth and let us be madmen, for the herd is already too numerous." — Nicolás Gómez Dávila About the Author Nicolás Gómez Dávila (1913-1994) was a Colombian philosopher and aphorist known as "Don Colacho" to his admirers. Unlike many public intellectuals, Gómez Dávila was famously reclusive, preferring to work from his personal library of over 30,000 volumes rather than in academic institutions. His masterwork, "Escolios a un Texto Implícito" (Scholia to an Implicit Text), contains thousands of aphorisms that offer biting critiques of modernity, democracy, and progressive thinking. Gómez Dávila's philosophy embraces aristocratic values and rejects what he saw as the spiritual emptiness of contemporary society. Though often labeled a conservative, his thinking defies simple categorization, combining elements of traditionalism with a radical willingness to stand against prevailing currents of thought. This particular quote exemplifies his counter-cultural stance, rejecting mediocrity and conformity while celebrating those willing to be viewed as "madmen" by conventional society. The quote's celebration of glory, myth, and adventure over safety and conformity resonates powerfully with creative rebels and intellectual outsiders. #NicolasGomezDavila #DonColacho #CounterCulture #PhilosophicalResistance #GloriousMadness #MayfieldKing #IntellectualRebellion #AntiConformity #HeroicIndividualism #SpokenWord

Song Inspired by Come Down Moses and the Frog Protests (No More Pharaohs, No More Kings, Let My People Go)   (Exodus 8:2–6, NIV translation): “If you refuse to let them go, I will send a plague of frogs on your whole country. They will come up into your palace and your bedroom and onto your bed, into the houses of your officials and on your people, and into your ovens and kneading troughs. The frogs will come up on you and your people and all your officials.

Letter from a Region in My Mind | Spoken Word (Nik Bear Brown) Musinique resident poet and song writer Nik Bear Brown made a spoken word interpretation of James Baldwin's  “Letter from a Region in My Mind,” The New Yorker (Nov. 17, 1962) “A civilization is not destroyed by wicked people; it is not necessary that people be wicked but only that they be spineless.” https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1962/11/17/letter-from-a-region-in-my-mind A civilization is not destroyed by wicked people It is not necessary that people be wicked But only that they be spineless They turn their heads and blink too slow They hear the screams but never go They let the lie repeat and swell And silence does the work of hell In the region of my mind where rage meets grace I see a boy with a fire-creased face He asked, “Must I hate to survive this land?” And no one reached to take his hand We tell them kneel, then call them low We chain the truth and call it snow We ask them peace, then feed them fear And wonder why the blood runs near They handed me a cross and a flag Said both would save me if I sang But both were used to build the wall And neither caught me when I’d fall Hold your soul, don’t sell it cheap Even if you cry, don’t let them weep Even if your voice shakes low Say the thing they fear you know I met God in a jailhouse prayer And doubt in a marble preacher’s glare And I found myself where I was lost— Where Blackness bore both crown and cross No chains can hold the truth for long And silence never righted wrong A nation breaks from fear, not fight A spine must rise to birth the light Amen Produced by Musinique, LLC https://www.musinique.com If you like alternative music, please support Musinique artists by following them on Spotify https://nikbear.musinique.com https://parvati.musinique.com https://mayfield.musinique.com https://liam.musinique.com https://newton.musinique.com https://tuzi.musinique.com https://humanitarians.musinique.com