Showing posts with label song. Show all posts
Showing posts with label song. Show all posts
I am neither the mind, nor the intellect,
nor the ego, nor the mind stuff.
I am neither the body, nor the changes of the body.
I am neither the senses of hearing, taste, smell or sight.
Nor am i ether, the earth, the fire, the air.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute, bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
I am neither the Prana, nor the five vital airs.
I am neither the materials of the body, nor the five sheaths.
Neither am I the organs of action nor objects of the senses.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
I have neither aversion nor attachment, neither greed nor delusion,
neither egotism nor envy. neither Dharma nor Moksha.
I have neither desire nor object of desire.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute, bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
I am neither sin nor virtue, neither pleasure nor pain,
nor temple, nor worship, nor pilgrimage, nor scriptures.
And I am neither the act of enjoying, the enjoyable nor the enjoyer.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute, bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
I have neither death, nor fear of death, nor caste nor was I ever born,
nor had i parents, friends and relations.
I have neither Guru nor disciple.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute, bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
I am untouched by the senses.
I am neither Mukti nor knowable, I am without form,
without limit, beyond space, beyond time.
I am in everything, I am the basis of the universe, everywhere am I.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute, bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
~ 'Nirvana Shatakam' by Adi Shankara
nor the ego, nor the mind stuff.
I am neither the body, nor the changes of the body.
I am neither the senses of hearing, taste, smell or sight.
Nor am i ether, the earth, the fire, the air.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute, bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
I am neither the Prana, nor the five vital airs.
I am neither the materials of the body, nor the five sheaths.
Neither am I the organs of action nor objects of the senses.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
I have neither aversion nor attachment, neither greed nor delusion,
neither egotism nor envy. neither Dharma nor Moksha.
I have neither desire nor object of desire.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute, bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
I am neither sin nor virtue, neither pleasure nor pain,
nor temple, nor worship, nor pilgrimage, nor scriptures.
And I am neither the act of enjoying, the enjoyable nor the enjoyer.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute, bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
I have neither death, nor fear of death, nor caste nor was I ever born,
nor had i parents, friends and relations.
I have neither Guru nor disciple.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute, bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
I am untouched by the senses.
I am neither Mukti nor knowable, I am without form,
without limit, beyond space, beyond time.
I am in everything, I am the basis of the universe, everywhere am I.
I am existence absolute, knowledge absolute, bliss absolute. I am Shiva, I am Shiva.
~ 'Nirvana Shatakam' by Adi Shankara
A beautiful song in Spanish I heard just now. I think the performers are a bit shy. So, without any further adieu, I hereby would like to introduce you to Dr. Rigoberto Lamburth and Rabino Ytzhak ben Yahudah (Probably the same person or a nice synergy of both) of "Kehilot Beit Yaakov" with their song "Arriba Israel". Take it away, boys...
The following is a song I wrote a long time ago. It tells the story of a homeless man, Charlie Benson, who becomes a rock star. I wrote the song right before my Army service term was up back in 2001, right before sinking into a deep four-year depression only to rise again and conquer.
Looking back, I think the song is very much strangely prophetic and symbolic of the years which came after I wrote it.
It is dedicated to anyone who is enduring hardship or emotional distress. Please hang in there. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Better days are yet to come...
The story of Charlie Benson / by Omer Toledano
Here's the story of one Charlie Benson
Who was sitting in the dumpster near the city square.
Charlie Benson was not what we call a 'man of means'
A man of very few possessions.
Aggravation, desperation are what led him to aspire
"I've got to change my situation!"
Oh, Charlie are you hexed? What's next?
Whatcha gonna do?
Looking back, I think the song is very much strangely prophetic and symbolic of the years which came after I wrote it.
It is dedicated to anyone who is enduring hardship or emotional distress. Please hang in there. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Better days are yet to come...
The story of Charlie Benson / by Omer Toledano
Here's the story of one Charlie Benson
Who was sitting in the dumpster near the city square.
Charlie Benson was not what we call a 'man of means'
A man of very few possessions.
Aggravation, desperation are what led him to aspire
"I've got to change my situation!"
Oh, Charlie are you hexed? What's next?
Whatcha gonna do?
Holding your latte cappuccino
A pretty smile
A timid sigh
You head out west to Palo Alto
'Cause he's an HP kinda guy
Will you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak, baby
Will you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak
Won't you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak, baby
Won't you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak
I met you back in the mid eighties
Your hair was short
My love was long
I thought I knew
I knew for certain
And now I know
That I was wrong
Let me be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak, baby
Let me be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak
Wanna be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak, baby
Wanna be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak
I wanted things to be so simple
We met again
Some time ago
Pretty brown eyes
And a cute dimple
I never wanted to let go
Will you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak, baby
Will you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak
Could you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak, baby
Could you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak
Let me be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak, baby
Let me be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak
Wanna be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak, baby
Wanna be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak...
A pretty smile
A timid sigh
You head out west to Palo Alto
'Cause he's an HP kinda guy
Will you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak, baby
Will you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak
Won't you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak, baby
Won't you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak
I met you back in the mid eighties
Your hair was short
My love was long
I thought I knew
I knew for certain
And now I know
That I was wrong
Let me be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak, baby
Let me be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak
Wanna be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak, baby
Wanna be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak
I wanted things to be so simple
We met again
Some time ago
Pretty brown eyes
And a cute dimple
I never wanted to let go
Will you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak, baby
Will you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak
Could you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak, baby
Could you be the Steve Jobs to my Wozniak
Let me be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak, baby
Let me be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak
Wanna be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak, baby
Wanna be the Steve Jobs to your Wozniak...
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