Name: have yourself a merry little christmas by Luis Fernando Agea Amador
Duration: 3 min 54 s
Description: Ralph Blane fue un letrista y compositor de canciones estadounidense, especialmente recordado por haber compuesto las canciones The Boy Next Door, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas y The Trolley Song, en las que colaboró con Hugh Martin, para la película Cita en San Luis de 1944, protagonizada por Judy Garland.

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The Queen's Gambit (Music from the Netflix Limited Series)

You're Gloating

“Rainbow Garden,” is a soulful journey of enlightenment, unity, and hope. This song explores the inner power we all possess to ignite change, both within ourselves and in the world around us. With lyrics that speak to overcoming denial and embracing acceptance, "Rainbow Garden" inspires us to stand together, heal our land, and create a brighter future with love and grace. Let this melody serve as a reminder of the limitless potential we share as one united humanity.

Lyrics:

Enlightenment, a gift from deep within, 
A beacon of hope, a light in the dark, 
A power that ignites a spark.

Denial may try to hold us back.
But the truth will always lead the pack, 
We're all connected, a part of one whole, 
With greatness within us, a mighty goal.

The world's troubles, they may seem so great, 
But with our power, we can change our fate, 
Acceptance is key, the first step to take, 
To build a brighter future, for our own sake. 

Together we stand, united as one, 
Our strength will rise with the morning sun. 
Our potential is limitless, let's make a vow 
To heal our land and make it proud.

So let's be grateful for this gift we've been given, 
A power to change, to make life worth living. 

Let's use it wisely to create a better place 
For all of humanity, with love and grace, 
With love and grace, with love and grace,

For all of humanity, with love and grace.

Rainbow Garden

“Fifty Aeons Long” by The William Altig Choir is a hauntingly beautiful folk-blues meditation on time, freedom, and perception. The song explores how our suffering often comes from clinging to minutes, regrets, and imagined futures—when the truth is timeless and already here. With finger-picked acoustic guitar, slide accents, upright bass, and a baritone voice that feels both ancient and intimate, the track unfolds like a prayer at sunrise. It’s blues for the soul awakening, a sound that dissolves the weight of the clock and lets eternity breathe through every note.

Lyrics: 
[Verse 1 – The Clock and the Soul: Solo guitar + voice—dry, intimate]
I woke before the whistle, sun still hid its face,
Coffee burned my tongue, dreams vanished without a trace.
Been fightin’ every minute like a war I can’t outlast,
But time just grins and slips away, laughin’ at my past.

[Chorus – Half-Day Blues: Add bass + light slide]
I’ve been countin’ fifty aeons, thinkin’ they were just half a day,
Got my mind all tangled in hours that fade away.
If I could see like the Buddha sees, I’d know the moment’s never gone—
I’d drop my watch and hum this tune, fifty aeons long.

[Verse 2 – The Ground Opens Up: Full rhythm section enters softly]
The dirt beneath my worry cracked and let some light shine through,
A thousand golden faces rose from everything I knew.
They whispered, “Child, your prison’s built of minutes and desire—
Step outside the ticking hand, and walk right through the fire.”

[Chorus – Half-Day Blues:]
I’ve been countin’ fifty aeons, thinkin’ they were just half a day,
Got my mind all tangled in hours that fade away.
If I could see like the Buddha sees, I’d know the moment’s never gone—
I’d drop my watch and hum this tune, fifty aeons long.

[Bridge – The Shift: Organ pad swells, drums drop to heartbeat pulse]
All my fears are echoes in a jar of borrowed time,
I finally saw that silence ain’t a void—it’s the rhyme.
Now I breathe in every second, let the whole world sing along—
The blues of now forever, fifty aeons long.

[Final Chorus + Tag: Choir + harmonica lift to E major for transcendence.]
I’ve been countin’ fifty aeons, thinkin’ they were just half a day,
Now I’m laughin’ with the sunrise, all my debts of time repaid.
When I see the world on Buddha’s scale, my heart beats calm and strong—

[Last line sung a cappella → single guitar harmonic fading out]
One breath, one song, fifty aeons long.


Fifty Aeons Long

Minimalist string composition evoking the vastness and mystery of space. Calm yet powerful, ideal for sci-fi, exploration, or emotional cinematic scenes.

Deep Space

The Cure I Couldn't See | The William Altig Choir

A blues-folk meditation on the physician's parable from the Lotus Sutra. This song tells the story of a soul searching desperately for healing, only to realize the remedy was offered all along—but pride and delusion kept them from believing.

Inspired by ancient Buddhist wisdom translated through the language of Delta blues and Appalachian folk, "The Cure I Couldn't See" explores themes of suffering, recognition, and the bittersweet moment when we finally accept the truth that's been waiting for us.

Raw acoustic guitar, mournful harmonica, and vocals that carry the weight of the journey from darkness into light.

For those who wander, for those who doubt, for those who finally see.


lyrics: 
Verse 1 I've been walking these roads with a poison in my veins Searching every hollow for someone to ease my pain Knocked on a thousand doors, cried out a thousand names But the remedy was sitting right there in my father's hands

Chorus Oh, the cure I couldn't see Was waiting there, waiting there for me Too proud, too blind, too lost in my disease To believe in the cure I couldn't see

Verse 2 He showed me the medicine, said "Son, just take this pill" But I shook my head and wandered off across another hill Thought I knew better, thought his words were just old tales While the poison kept on spreading and my body growing frail

Chorus Oh, the cure I couldn't see Was waiting there, waiting there for me Too proud, too blind, too lost in my disease To believe in the cure I couldn't see

Bridge Now I'm falling to my knees in the dust Everything I thought I knew just turned to rust And I hear his voice calling through the years: "Child, I never left you, I was always here"

Verse 3 So I took the medicine, felt it burn and then turn sweet Recognition flooding in like mercy at my feet All that wasted time, all those miles I roamed alone When the doctor was beside me, trying to lead me home

Final Chorus Oh, the cure I finally see Was waiting there, always there for me No more running, no more disbelief I've found the cure, and the cure has set me free Yeah, I've found the cure, and the cure has set me free


The Cure I Couldnt See

When we've been hurt do we sit on the side lines or get back out there. So we sing, "Here I Stand waiting for your love to come along - ready to believe in love again."

HERE I STAND

A Buck Ramble Christmas: Festival of Lights 

A lost rider and a singing companion are swept into the oldest story ever told.

After a desperate ride through a midnight storm, Buck Ramble and his faithful tenor companion arrive on the outskirts of Bethlehem just as the angel appears to the shepherds. They were never meant to be there—yet somehow they are. Their arrival shifts the story, and the angel turns to confront them. If they want the world to remain whole, they must remain and make it right.

What follows is a sacred western journey seen through the eyes of a man and his horse who never expected to witness a miracle. They follow the angel’s command to Jerusalem, where the Festival of Lights fills the Temple with fire and song. There, in the arms of an old man named Simeon, they behold the Child who would someday call Himself the Light of the World.

The encounter changes everything. They ride back not with answers but with peace—carrying a quiet flame that was never theirs to earn. The final songs are not about what happened, but what remains: light for the weary, mercy for the broken, and peace for every stranger still out on the road.

Part Christmas album, part biblical epic, part sacred western myth, Festival of Lights is the story of a man and his horse who stumbled into prophecy by accident—and stayed long enough to be transformed.

Summary Themes:

Doubt & faith

Accident & providence

Smallness & glory

Light carried through darkness

The gentleness of redemption

The way God works in ordinary men

Tone:

Cinematic, reverent, frontier, mid-century hymn, sacred Americana, biblical poetry, quiet emotional catharsis.

This isn’t just a Christmas album.
It’s a pilgrimage.
And somewhere in its journey, the listener finds themselves in the story too.

When the Wind Stood Still

Ralph Blane fue un letrista y compositor de canciones estadounidense, especialmente recordado por haber compuesto las canciones The Boy Next Door, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas y The Trolley Song, en las que colaboró con Hugh Martin, para la película Cita en San Luis de 1944, protagonizada por Judy Garland.

have yourself a merry little christmas

Luis Fernando Agea Amador

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