Anything Can Happen

(about the composer)

Alleluia

(about the composer)

Psalm 150

Laudate Dominum in sanctis ejus
[Praise the Lord in his sacred places]
Laudate eum in firmamento virtutis ejus
[Praise him in his firmament of power]
Laudate eum in virtutibus ejus
[Praise him for his mighty acts]
Laudate eum secundum multitudinem magnitudinis ejus
[Praise him according to the enormity of his greatness]
Laudate eum in sono tubae
[Praise him with the sound of the trumpet.]
Laudate eum in psalterio et cithara
[Praise him with the psaltery and harp.]
Laudate eum in tympano et choro
[Praise him with the drum and dance.]
(Laudate eum) in chordis et organo
[Praise him with strings and pipes.]
Laudate eum in cymbalis benesonantibus
[Praise him with high sounding cymbals]
(Laudate eum in cymbalis) jubilationis
[Praise him with high sounding cymbals jubilant]
Omnis spiritus laudet Dominum
[Let every spirit praise the Lord.]

(Joyce Sutphen)

(about the composer)

You now know that anything could happen, things that never happened before, things that only happened in movies and in nightmares, are happening now as if nothing could stop them.

You know now that you are not safe.

You know you live in fragile skin and bones that even steel and concrete can melt away, and that the earth itself can come unhinged, shaken from its orbit around the sun.

You know now that anything can happen, it’s hard to know what will and what will you do now that you know?

What words will you say now that you could say anything?
What hands will you hold? Whose heart will beat inside you?

(about the composer)

Sing me a song, Tell me your life’s situation

Sing a song in celebration
Shout the words in jubilation
Doesn’t matter the location,
just sent it out loud and strong

Sing a song in celebration
Instigate communication
Spread the Muse’s invocation,
sing it out loud—sing a song!

Sing out a song, bring out a song
Join in our song, join in our song
Let your hear soar completely

Sing gently, soothing the yearning soul
Ease broken hearts, help make them whole
Create vast symphonies of sound
Raise up your voice and sing!

Sing hymns of praise to those above
Sing tunes to honour those you love,
Sing softly yet with strength of tone
Raise up your voices and sing!

So sing with others, join in song
Raise up your voices and sing a song in celebration
Raise up your voice and sing! Sing a song!

Psalm 130

De profundis clamavi Domine exaudi orationem meam
[Out of the depths, Lord, hear my prayer]

Sing, Be, Live, See
This dark stormy hour, The wind it stirs.
The scorched earth cries out in vain.
O war and power, you blind and blur.
The torn heart cries out in pain.
But music and singing have been my refuge
And music and singing have been my light
A light of song, shoring strong: Alleluia!
Through darkness and pain and strife, I’ll sing, I’ll Be, Live, See.
Peace.

(Margaret Holley)

(about the composer)

Surrounded by snakes and satchels of money the dream machine jiggles and steams, stoked by the man under the bed, the emperor of emptiness, of galaxies of dust and his hairy shadow who feeds on children’s feet.

I hear him sometimes hooting up out of boredom at the deaf side of the pillow, tired of crumbs and his restive menagerie.

I hear him sometimes and go dreaming my way to him among the animals and loot, the antique swords, the rubies, and the damp wings of kleenex.

He has all your faces, love, a quick change artist of the silly and beautiful, one hand on the tiller of that fabulous machine that whistles and boils, churns over the waves through the endless kingdom of treasure and junk all night, tangled as firmly as past and future in each other’s arms.

The dream machine jiggles and steams, stoked by the man under the bed.

(about the composer)

I am Voyager
I am sailing to the stars
I am rejoining in the stars
I am drowning in the stars

Forty years ago I was born of thunder and fire. To mother Earth, tethered by radio waves. Silently screaming thru’ the cold, dark, void. Spinning spider silk, thin as light in the sky beyond sky. A message in a bottle, adrift on the interstellar sea.

Salvate quicumque estis Bonam ergo vos voluntatem habemus et pacem per astra ferimus
[Greetings, whoever you are. We bring good will and peace through the stars]

I am Voyager
I am falling thru’ the stars
I am breathing in the stars
I am reaching for the stars

Now my eyes are blind as I cross the helio pause. Dear mother Earth, only a pale blue dot, my instruments dying as my heart runs out. Forty thousand years from now if I ever I am found. A message in a bottle is all there will be left of me.

This is the sound of one voice, one spirit, one voice, the sound of one who makes a choice. This is the sound of one voice.

This is the sound of voices two, the sound of me singing with you. Helping each other to make it through. This is the sound of voices two.

This is the sound of voices three, singing together in harmony, surrendering to the mystery. This is the sound of voices three

This is the sound of all of us, singing with love and the will to trust. Leave the rest behind, it’ll turn to dust. This is the sound of all of us. A song for every one of us.

(Walt Whitman)

There is never more than now.

I am the poet of the Body and the poet of the Soul. I see, I dance, I laugh, I sing.

All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me, now on this spot I sat and with my robust soul.

I celebrate myself and I sing myself, every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

There was never any more inception, any more youth or age than there is now, and there will never be any more perfection that there is now.

Never more than now.

Ave Maria, gratis plena
[Hail Mary, full of grace]
Dominus tecum, benedictatu in mulieribus
[The Lord is with you, blessed are you among women]
et benedictatus fructis ventris tui, Jesu, Ave.
[and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus, Hail]
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus
[Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners]
Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
[Now and at the hour of our death. Amen.]

(about the composer)

Heaven be my pilot amid this stormy sea, may it be so.

Grant me in that blest port where storms no more shall be, may it be so.

The world is like a troubled sea, and all the people vessels are, tossed by waves of adversity, the furious winds of grief and care.

Heaven be my pilot amid this stormy sea, may it be so.

Grant me in that blest port where storms no more shall be.

(Wilton Drake)

(about lyrical references)

I love coffee, I love tea, I love the java jive and it loves me. Coffee and tea and the java and me—a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

I love java sweet and hot. Whoops! Mister Moto, I’m a coffee pot. Shoot me the pot and I’ll pour me a shot—a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Oh slip me a slug from that wonderful mug and I’ll cut a rug ‘til I’m snug in a jug. A slice of onion and a raw one, draw one—waiter, waiter, percolator!

Boston beans, soybeans, I said those itty bitty little green beans, cabbage and greens, you know that I’m not keen about a bean, unless its is a cheery coffee bean.

Drop your nickel in my pot, Joe, Takin’ it slow. Waiter, waiter, percolator!

(Emily Dickinson)

(about the poem)

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.

And sweetest in the gale is herd; and sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, and on the strangest sea; yet, never, in extremity, it asked a crumb— hope asked no crumb—of me.