That is not Bach! John S. Bach was a white man. Why do you show this sioux chief?
TheSunmanho 5 months ago
@TheSunmanho
Gardiner uses pictures of native americans more often for his cd's. So this is not intended to be bach himself.
machoclownvis 4 months ago
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Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
capitainehaddoque 1 year ago
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
John Donne Holy Sonnet X
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Death, where is thy deadly sting?
0:41 - 1:05 Pure perfection
dickboersema 1 year ago
Eternal !! This is really a new Bach for me...
Rorraro 1 year ago
That is not Bach! John S. Bach was a white man. Why do you show this sioux chief?
TheSunmanho 5 months ago
@TheSunmanho
Gardiner uses pictures of native americans more often for his cd's. So this is not intended to be bach himself.
machoclownvis 4 months ago
This has been flagged as spam show
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
capitainehaddoque 1 year ago
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
John Donne Holy Sonnet X
capitainehaddoque 1 year ago
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capitainehaddoque 1 year ago
Death, where is thy deadly sting?
capitainehaddoque 1 year ago
0:41 - 1:05 Pure perfection
dickboersema 1 year ago
Eternal !! This is really a new Bach for me...
Rorraro 1 year ago
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Rorraro 1 year ago