Just A Closer Walk With Thee by Ella Fitzgerald

Just A Closer Walk With Thee by Ella Fitzgerald

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3vTNPPMa9c

"Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
I am weak, but Thou art strong,
Jesus, keep me from all wrong,
I’ll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.
Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.
When my feeble life is o’er,
Time for me will be no more,
Guide me gently, safely o’er
To Thy kingdom's shore, to Thy shore."

Snoop dogg is now a rasta singing reggae

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=La0VeT82Sf0&feature=player_embedded#

Mutabaruka on Snoop Dogg Becoming Snoop Lion!

Snoop Dogg to Release Reggae Album as Snoop Lion

Snoop Dogg will be making a foray into reggae on his next LP, Pitchfork reports.

The LP, titled Reincarnated, will see release later this year on the Vice label, with the rapper adopting the new name Snoop Lion.
The first single, "La La La," is available now and features production from Diplo and Ariel Rechtshaid, while Major Lazer is credited as executive producer. You can check out the new track below.
According to the rapper's website, Snoop Lion & the Jungle will make their first live appearance on August 3rd at Toronto's Caribana 2012.

The Beauty of a Tree

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like B. Marley.  In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.

Midnite - "Mongst I&I" Official HD Music Video

(Mongst I&I)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJXt36OdVwE

Midnite's first single off of the "Kings Bell" album - a deeply respected collaboration with Jamaican producer Andrew Bassie Campbell, featuring legendary musicians such as Earl Chinna Smith, Leroy Horsemouth Wallace, Lloyd Obeah Denton, Sticky Thompson, Wilburn Squidly Cole and others.
http://www.igraderecords.com http://www.midniteband.com
http://www.facebook.com/igraderecords
Music video co-produced & edited in St. Croix by Michael Nissman of Aqua Media (http://www.aquamediacompany.com)

LYRICS (by Vaughn Andre Benjamin, BMI)

Itektion in this time
Itektion everytime
Upheaval is turning over in this time
Everyday you get up a morning and get a new surprise
A different political terrain, right before your eyes
Taking shape, in the time
CHORUS:
Just keep good relations
Mongst I & I more time
Mout Zion I more time
A Mount Zion I more time
Mongst I & I more time

Their pride is wounded
A correspondent had them responding
Didn't know the tape was still running
The sinister tone the emails carried
After requested expert for analysis
And a after they tested
Protestation a remove things in a palaces
Subterranean a deeper than a secret
Electronic betrayal the court receipt is
CHORUS

Desperation proportion of a body politic
The internet what fed them perspective
chaotic need fe know them need a alternative
Before you all go break down and tear down everything
Uno ave fe ave some kind a plan of how to proceed in
Them ave a ripple effect distabalizing everything
CHORUS

All economies all nations will be affected
Every similar situation now is panicking
Wondering if violent repression will be needed
All now is weda if is to vacate the premises
The thresh hold break between passivity and resist
Them send the blood hounds when them smell secret accounts
And then the masses right now set out fe work it out
The after math stability was hope alone
Pundits called it mob rule and throwing stones
That the play by play is still in play let that be known
No nation can be arrogant and go look down dem nose
CHORUS

FLYING LOTUS

Videographer, Ikenna delivers an incredible visual masterpiece featuring Flying Lotus.

Featuring the visual work of filmmaker Ikenna Cesar Amaechi, cut to "Getting There" by Flying Lotus.  
http://lnk.ms/dgGJJ

Roaring Lion

Filmed in Jamaica, Roaring Lion charts the growth and development of the Rastafarian Movement and its founder, the former Garveyite Leonard Howell. With interviews from the renowned academic and Rasta scholar Professor Barry Chevannes and several of the movement's leading figures, Mortimmo Plano, Fimore Alvaranga, Dago and Gertrude Campbell, the documentary charts the Movement's growth from a persecuted commune in the foothills of Pinnacle, Jamaica, to an internationally recognized religion.

Roaring Lion is the first documentary officially endorsed by leading elders of the Rastafarian Movement.

The Link for the video;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hakAKzMGJTM