Ethiopian Gospel Music

I had a conversation with my mentor today. She explained that she has asked God to give her the ability to learn praise songs in different languages. Beautiful! My dream field, anthropology, is the study of culture. Gotta start listening to Spanish gospel, Korean gospel, Ethiopian gospel, and more. To God be the glory!

This is one I liked.

Psalms 47

1{To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.} O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

2For the LORD most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.

3He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.

4He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. Selah.

5God is gone up with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.

6Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises unto our King, sing praises.

7For God is the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding.

8God reigneth over the heathen: God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

9The princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earthbelong unto God: he is greatly exalted.

 

Friday Funk: James Brown “Think”

 

I love the lyrics…”I tried so hard to please you , at least that’s what I thought.

Come on.
THINK-about the good things baby.
THINK-about the wrong things maybe.
THINK-about the the things I would’nt do.
THINK-what I done for you.
Lady before you leave me realize I’m the one who loves you. Heeeeeey!
Think of all the sacrifices I made for you.
Think of all the good things wooo hoooo
Think of all the bad things I tried not to do.
When you get tired of me think about the good things done for you.

C’mon!”

Hats off to the king-men out there who provide money, romance, and loyalty.

I know I got one,I love You, Baby!!

 

“Her name is Magenta”

Her name is Magenta

She makes life feel like a fable,
Running on train platforms to catch unicorns flying to the Brooklyn Art Museum and Abyssinian restaurants.
She paints with a mixture of crushed ochre, wet lilacs, and oil:
Her paintbrushes are enchanted.
She practices with each picture, until for painting she is paid.
Offertory grins offering the World through her eyes.

Offhand politeness, a pretty bird from down South.
Doing slightly better on her Odyssey than Odysseus:
Her only offense, singing octagonal octaves with tremble fit only for October.
It’s that frighteningly authentic.
Official oddity, settling into her weirdness
That psychology officiates.
Her head cocked in analyzation,
An amendment to her peers’ playfully shallow scope,
And a nod to her ancestors.

She is analogous to a princess,
Petals envelope her lavender body as she drops them every now and again
Like the globe’s flower girl decorating dirty streets.

by: Yours Truly (Lauren Akins)