A Community's Farewell to its Ancient Great Oak. - A historic 600-year-old great oak tree was cut down at the Basking Ridge Presbyterian Church. The iconic tree was believed to have been the oldest in the nation and was the centerpiece of the community. While the loss of the tree was emotional for many, there was a silver lining to this story. The offspring of that ancient tree was planted at the church. August 26, 2017
As the world’s population continues to grow under the various hodgepodge of Capitalist-Socialist economies around the globe, there is a clearly infinite demand on finite resources. Both Adam Smith and Karl Marx’s theories do not presuppose a finite world because that knowledge simply wasn’t available at the time. Yet, we continue to entrust our vitality under these systems and their derivatives as if they can fundamentally address the threatening environmental concerns of our time while growing the economy.
Written by J.J. Johnson
Narrated by Anthony Drummond
Source national reformation
Composed by an distinguished Russian chemist , this act is from the opera Prince Igor . The captured women are singing for freedom . Fly away on the wings of the wind,
to our native land, o, you, our native song.
to the place where we sang to you so freely,
where things were so idyllic for you and me.
There under the sultry sky,
the air is full of bliss.
There under the murmur of the sea,
the hills slumber beneath the clouds.
There the sun shines so brightly,
our native hills are flooded with light,
in the valleys splendid roses bloom,
Nightingales sing in the green forests
and the sweet grape grows.
Oh, fly away there.
The solemn conclusion of the funeral of Princess Diana at Westminster Abbey, 6 September 1997. Sir John Tavener's "Song For Athene" is sung by the Westminster Abbey Choir as Diana's coffin is borne up the nave toward the Great West Door. After the national Minute of Silence, the bells of Westminster begin their 3-hour-long peal as the organist plays Bach's "Prelude in C Minor". The procession out the Abbey door as the chimes and organ fill the air with thundering discordant sound is one of the most stirring moments of television I have ever witnessed, and was unfortunately marred by almost every broadcaster with voice-over commentary. In the US, the television network CBS was alone in presenting the departure of Diana's cortége from the Abbey with due reverent silence.
Trevor Ashby's property south of Mount Gambier looks like a typical dairy farm from the roadside, but hidden among the cows is a tiny portal into a world-class dive site.
The hole in the ground is so small that equipment and divers have to be lowered in separately.
But below the humble entrance is a huge, seemingly bottomless chamber.
Well they're building a gallows outside my cell
I've got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell
I've got 24 minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal
I've got 23 minutes to go
But nobody asked me how I feel
I've got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch
With 21 minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he's out to lunch
I've got 20 more minutes to go
Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die
Got 19 minutes to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye
Got 18 minutes to go
Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul
With 13 minutes to go
And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold
I've got 12 more minutes to go
Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine
With 11 more minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine
Got 10 more minutes to go
Well I'm waitin' on the pardon that'll set me free
With 9 more minutes to go
But this is for real so forget about me
Got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose
Got 5 more minutes to go
Won't somebody come and cut me loose
Got 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies
With 3 more minutes to go
And it's to dern pretty for a man that don't wanna die
I've got 2 more minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows
1 more minute to go
And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!
That bed that I lay on is narrow and cold
This sickness inside me tears at my soul
And the devil awaits me, he calls me his son
For he knows I'm cornered and too weak to run
For I soon must return to my gutter of thrills
Where joy is the needle or a bottle of pills
Where a man welcomes misery like an old friend from home
That he uses and abuses till the misery is gone
My mind's filled with torture my body's in pain
But the needle is warm as it sinks in my vein
Just a matter of seconds then my mind will be free
From the coldness and darkness that dominate me
But the freedom is short lived and then I'm alone
I must find the pusher but my money's all gone
Then the cycle of horror starts over once more
Oh God, let me suffer this misery no more
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.