Ave Maria by Paolo Tosti +
Nadia Selvaggi, voice & piano
Remixed 2023

Paolo Tosti (1846-1916) was an enormously popular songwriter in three languages. Born in Ortona, Italy, he toiled in obscurity until he moved to Rome and secured the patronage of composer Giovanni Sgambati. His performances quickly impressed the future queen of Italy, and his trip to England became a huge success that made him the singing teacher to that country’s royal family. He was knighted by the British crown in 1906. https://genius.com/artists/Francesco-paolo-tosti

Ave Maria (Paolo Tosti)
Per le fulgenti cupole dorate
la melodia dell'organo suonova;
lento moriva il dì sulle vetrate;
una nube d'inceso al ciel volava,
e dolcemente da ogni labbro uscia:
Ave Maria.
 
Nella blanda mestizia di quell'ora
tutta serenità di paradiso,
il cavaliere che sospiro ognora
m'apparve, e a lungo ci guardammo in viso:
fu vana allora la preghiera mia,
Ave Maria.
 
Dall'azzurro del ciel stendi la mano
a me infelice dal dolore affranta;
deh! ch'io non pianga e non t'invochi invano,
arridi all'amor mio, Vergine santa:
abbi pietà di me, Vergine pia.
Ave Maria.
https://lyricstranslate.com

Ave Maria by Paolo Tosti

Corpus Christi Carol by Benjamin Britten
Nadia Selvaggi, voice
Dean Bradshaw, piano
Remixed 2023
Benjamin Britten, in full Edward Benjamin Britten, Baron Britten Of Aldeburgh, (born November 22, 1913, Lowestoft, Suffolk, England—died December 4, 1976, Aldeburgh, Suffolk), leading British composer of the mid-20th century, whose operas were considered the finest English operas since those of Henry Purcell in the 17th century. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Benjamin-Britten

The Corpus Christi Carol

Lully, lullay, lully, lullay,
The faucon hath borne my make away.

He bare him up, he bare him down,
He bare him into an orchard brown.

In that orchard ther was an hall
That was hanged with purple and pall.

And in that hall ther was a bed:
It was hanged with gold so red.

And in that bed ther lith a knight,
His woundes bleeding by day and night.

By that beddes side ther kneeleth a may,
And she weepeth both night and day.

And by that beddes side ther standeth a stoon:
Corpus Christi writen thereon.

http://www.luminarium.org/medlit/medlyric/corpuschristi.php

Corpus Christi Carol by Benjamin Britten *Old Church Recording

This is my first YouTube publication. I really hope you will  spend your time watching the video, too.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZuOgBbanew

Jingle Bells (Comp. J.L.Pierpont)

https://soundcloud.com/agnosturaelwar/sleeping-on-a-hollow-past


In what colors 
does love slink off in... 
a most unfashionable way
are they deep blues that 
finger-paint your 
heart with deep despair
does love’s exit hold 
some yellow because 
you refused to even 
try to make it stay. 
one must never fear
a dying love 
one must work 
desperately to put the 
pink back in its cheeks
kissing all of its wounds
in hopes for a healing.
mouth to mouth 
resuscitation tenderly 
applied has been 
known to work +
if he or she permits it 

sSometimes it leaves 
you green with envy
because it ran off
with another love
to paint the town red
as red as your face 
when you realize 
that it just up and 
left you bereft...bereft 

Love that is failing
turns a very pale flesh
when it is no longer fresh
your lips are left pressed
into tight lines
that frame the 
white canvas
emptied of you 
that it left behind. 

And as love escapes 
it turns pitch black
miming your own nights 
alone in the ebony shadows
staring back at all 
the much more 
colorful memories 
it once shared.

Life without love is colorless
and always leads to the question??

What color is hate?
purple like a bruise
left festering in your soul,
scarlet like a blood spill
when angst turns love 
into scattered corpses
silver like a bullet or knife
entering the heart 
to replace and remove forever 
any trace of love.
far more often it is 
the gray of apathy
because no one cares 
to be hated
to be slated as an outcast

Hate might someday be
revealed in a vast 
orange mushroom
eliminating all of love’s color
under a dictator’s desire
to lay the world to waste

Dictators are the colors
of mausoleums, 
because they seek 
to fill them 

Sometimes only the 
colors of khaki
can save loves’s
cruel extinctions….
and so loved 
ones are sent
in navy blues and 
camouflaged tans
and military greens to 
snuff the lives out 
of all of those who 
don’t love them.
but they too have loved ones
who have lost them
to the smoke colored
stench of war.

And it then due to hate
that love is the color
if many tears falling
which transparently
evaporate over the blush
of flesh colored cheeks
leaving only wet trails of
memories behind....................

We must love the world,
We must Love our fellowmen,
or someday the wprld will be
an empty, lifeless rock,,,,,,
holding nothing but ashes
forever............................"

"Peace to you and yours this holiday."


Fantastic Music Composed & 
Played by-Ingvar Tautra--©-2021
Lyrics & vocals Written & sung 
by-Matthew F. Blowers III--©-2021
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
photo by-Pixabay.com

"What Color Love Is."-by Ingvar Tautra & Matthew F. Blowers III

After my family and I spent almost the last two weeks battling Omicron, even though we are vaccinated, I welcome 2022!
Be safe and well.

TSM

2022

Happy new year. ;)

This is grotesque, fractured and portrays, greed, Covid, governments, machines and fascism.  It’s also partially a space concept.

If you enjoy this weird beat making style consider supporting industrialBuddha who I take heavy inspiration from: https://soundcloud.com/industrialbuddha/on-the-brink-of-freedom

K G G - Rotting Earth 2022

(Peterson | Sharbaugh)
Calebass (Mikael Peterson) [ https://soundcloud.com/calebass ]: acoustic guitar, percussion and drums, and melodica
Michael Ash Sharbaugh [ https://soundcloud.com/michael-ash-sharbaugh ]: 'steely' guitar, drums and drum machine programming, synthesizer and sequencer programming, and 'found sounds'
Recorded by Mikael Peterson [Calebass] [ https://soundcloud.com/calebass ] and Michael Ash Sharbaugh [ https://soundcloud.com/michael-ash-sharbaugh ].
Mixed, Produced, and Engineered by Michael Ash Sharbaugh [ https://soundcloud.com/michael-ash-sharbaugh ].
Words and Lyrics by Michael Ash Sharbaugh [ https://soundcloud.com/michael-ash-sharbaugh ].
Composed and Recorded ca. December 7th, 2021 to January 3rd, 2022.
sm13 [32AIF] [raw].

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"Bittermouth II" has a 'sister' recording, which preceded it, "Bittermouth I" [ https://soundcloud.com/michael-ash-sharbaugh/bittermouth-disquiet0520-on-the-clock-sm7 ].

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"I, for years, had wanted to collaborate with this fine, unique artist, Calebass; this is the fruit of that labour.

Thank You, Mikael!

"

~ Michael

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Bittermouth II (feat. Calebass)

Bittermouth II

"Bittermouth II" - Michael Ash Sharbaugh + Calebass

This was a first effort of a long ago song ... (originated from a little poem I wrote well over 40 years ago)"
"Dockman's got a cold hand,...first ship off at dawn,
Liberty Sails ..to the horizon ...now she's gone"

(LOOKING FOR A GREAT MUSICAL EFFORT TO RECORD OVER)
I recorded a bit slow on the temp... (with a really bad allergy)
https://youtu.be/zpWGAHQD2EQ YouTube video (rough)

Quiet little café...Near the edge of town 
Late at night …when lonely comes around
Eyes danced …we make love…till the morning light
Anchors raised …one long kiss goodnight

Still see her blue eyes…staring’ through my soul            
As this ocean rolls… me… miles and miles from shore     
Still feel her loving hands…here on my face
Feel them slip away…again I start to cry…cause I’m 
Miles… from shore…and but I never… never sailed goodbye 

I’ve only been there once…just a little port in Maine
A sleepy little harbor town…that I’d love to see again
Dockman’s got a cold hand…first ship off at dawn
Liberty sails…to the horizon…now she’s gone 

Still see her blue eyes…staring’ through my soul             
As this ocean rolls… me… miles and miles from shore      
Still feel her loving hands…here on my face 
Feel them slip away…again I start to cry…cause I’m 
Miles… from shore…and but I never… never sailed goodbye 

Quiet little café...Near the edge of town 
Late at night …when lonely comes around
Eyes danced …we make love…till the morning light
Anchors raised …one long kiss goodbye
I’m miles from shore, but I never, never sailed goodbye 
I’m miles from shore, but I never …sailed goodbye

NEVER SAILED GOODBYE (a challenge to musicians) ?

2022 - 04 - 02 - Live - Youtube

The discovery is made

The Highway Of Life

Over 2,100 songs. Try one out and let me know what you think. I will return the favor.


The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.
(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again
For the third year in a row
And we haven't seen 
our precious son
Ever since he had to go
To jail then off to rehab
Then violating 
two probation's
the court ordered no contact
So we've had no conversations
Cause he'd abused 
his Mom so much
Leaving her soul terrified
and came after me so angrily
Every time that he got high
we both tried in 
every way we could
But then we had to say goodbye....


Christmas on drugs and alcohol 
Was never a good mix
Hanukkah plus cruel addictions
Just brings candle sadly lit
Santa Claus and faith in God
Are not enough to bring a fix
Only he can save himself
No one else can heal his needs
That have made both our hearts bleed
while he spends his hollow days
Struggling to find ways to succeed.


He'll spend another Christmas
In sober living all alone
Far away from both his parents
Knowing that he can't come home
And it cuts us deeply to the bone
Cause our tough love is no fun
But drugs and alcohol have stolen
Our most precious son
Until he proves that he is cured
and his addictions are all done.

So if you too are like our son
Suffering the same afflictions
I hope this poem moves you to flee
Back to the true life 
you've been missing
Because those who 
love you can't survive
Living with the endless friction
Of your lies and thefts 
And thier hopes left swept
Underneath your opposition
Your loved ones all must separate
themselves from your positions
Of your loving highs even as they cry
Over your tragic conditions
Leaving you alone 
while they sit at home
Praying for you and each one wishing
That you will give all that you've lost
Some serious recognition
Before you end up lying 
Under a marble inscription
that leaves them all 
Without your love
Another victim of addiction
so many others just like you 
Have faced Death's Benedictions....



By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022
at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
This poem is dedicated to ny son,
my only child who has been 
through his fault alone absent from
my wife and I for 3 years 
without contact