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Choral: Who Granted Us the Gift of Naming
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My Phantom Digital Orchestra lives in my computer and I am (on a good day) composer-in-residence, just a servant of the Muse...
I write symphonic, small ensemble and choral music, in multiple styles from medieval through modern classical. The music you hear on my pages is created with Finale notation software and Garritan Personal Orchestra sound samples. All pieces have a traditional score associated with them; if you are interested in any piece for possible performance, please contact me for details on scoring, instrumentation, pricing, etc. Recent Concert: I enjoy many kinds of music for listening - rock, pop, jazz, world, and classical of all periods. I am interested also in the fusion of art, poetry, dance, video, and ritual with music, music as a healing force and have been a music volunteer in the hospice setting.
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Genre
Classical Symphonic
Charts
Peak #210
Peak in subgenre #21
Author
L. Wood/KE Peace
Rights
2010 Wood/Peace All Rights Reserved
Uploaded
June 24, 2010
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MP3 10.1 MB 319 kbps 4:25
Lyrics
WHO GRANTED US THE GIFT OF NAMING Lecia Wood On the Red Road,there are many the stone peopleand standing ones four-leggeds,two-leggeds thewinged ones, and thebee nation ... The list is long in a world alivefrom every angle. Oh give me a home, her father wouldsay, where the buffaloroam. Shhhhhhh! the kidsroared so they couldwatch TV. Here in bed we sitsurrounded by bills past due late delinquent overdue and offers toogood to turn down 0% interest tillJune skip a payment noquestions asked alone and lost inevery way. Out back an arm ofthe Oregon Trail rutspast rotten slats from antique milk crates and big woodenwheels all that's left ofthe skeletons of maroonedcovered wagons. Prayers as tall asPikes Peak rise thunder crackle spark from the tinywoman with the long braid and tobacco thatspeaks in the language ofSpirit, who granted us thegift of naming.
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