Inmiddels gaan we het tweede weekend in waarin we beperkt zijn in onze bewegingsvrijheid. Vorige week luisterde je naar de eerst experimentele podcast. Dank voor alle leuke reacties en goede opmerkingen. Deze tweede podcast heeft als titel ‘plat de curve, verdiep je geloof’. Geloof in wie of wat dan ook. Laat je verrassen.

Je hoort het adagio van Beethoven’s 14e piano sonate, het nummer ‘Calling all angels’ van Train, de oude Ierse hymne ‘I cannot tell’, en het ‘Gezang tot de maan’ uit de opera Rusalka van Dvorak. De teksten van de liederen vind je hieronder. Veel luisterplezier!

 

Train – Calling all angels

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
‘Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup

When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said
And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels

And I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
‘Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me
And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels

When children have to play inside so they don’t disappear
While private eyes solve marriage lies ’cause we don’t talk for years
And football teams are kissing Queens and losing sight of having dreams
In a world that what we want is only what we want until it’s ours

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels
And I’m (I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all angels (I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
And I’m (I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels (I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels (I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels (I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels (I won’t give up if you don’t give up)

I cannot tell 

I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship,
Should set His love upon the sons of men,
Or why, as Shepherd, He should seek the wand’rers,
To bring them back, they know not how or when.
But this I know, that He was born of Mary,
When Bethl’hem’s manger was His only home,
And that He lived at Nazareth and labored,
And so the Savior, Savior of the world, is come.

I cannot tell how silently He suffered,
As with His peace He graced this place of tears,
Or how His heart upon the Cross was broken,
The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, He heals the broken-hearted,
And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
For yet the Savior, Savior of the world, is here.

I cannot tell how He will win the nations,
How He will claim His earthly heritage,
How satisfy the needs and aspirations
Of east and west, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory,
And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,
And some glad day His sun shall shine in splendor
When He the Savior, Savior of the world, is known.

I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer:
At last the Savior, Savior of the world, is King.

Song to the moon

Moon, high and deep in the sky
Your light sees far,
You travel around the wide world,
and see into people’s homes.
Moon, stand still a while
and tell me where is my dear.
Tell him, silvery moon,
that I am embracing him.
For at least momentarily
let him recall of dreaming of me.
Illuminate him far away,
and tell him, tell him who is waiting for him!
If his human soul is, in fact, dreaming of me,
may the memory awaken him!
Moonlight, don’t disappear, disappear!