Song: "Heavy Foot" by Mon Rovia

Watch this video of Liberian-American singer and songwriter Mon Rovia singing "Heavy Foot" from his debut album Bloodline, which is out now.

The Miser

When I go out, when I creep into those silent houses,

I steal newspapers.

An armload, no more than I can carry comfortably.

Sometimes they are already tied up

on the side porch or by the kitchen stove.

Nobody misses them.

They think each other or the maid

has carried them out to the street.

--from "The Miser" by Mona Van Duyn

You can read "The Miser" in its entirety by clicking on the link above.

 

Song: "Bloodline" by Mon Rovia

Bloodline

Bloodline, the debut album by Liberian-American singer and songwriter Mon Rovia, has just been released. Watch the vdeo below.

War Is Over!

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War Is Over! It was inspired by the music of John & Yoko.

Good King Wenceslas

GOOD KING WENCESLAS

by John Mason Neale (1818-1866)

Good King Wenceslas looked out,

On the Feast of Stephen,

When the snow lay 'round about,

Deep and crisp and even:

Brightly shone the moon that night,

Though the frost was cruel,

When a poor man came in sight,

Gath'ring winter fuel.

"Hither, page, and stand by me,

If thou know'st it, telling:

Yonder peasant, who is he?

Where and what his dwelling?"

"Sire, he lives a good league hence,

Underneath the mountain,

Right against the forest fence,

By Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine,

Bring me pine-logs hither:

Thou and I shall see him dine,

When we bear them thither."

Page and monarch, forth they went,

Forth they went together,

Through the rude wind's wild lament

And the bitter weather.

"Sire, the night is darker now,

And the wind blows stronger;

Fails my heart, I know not how;

I can go no longer."

"Mark my footsteps, good my page;

Tread thou in them boldly:

Thou shalt find the winter's rage

Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's step he trod,

Where the snow lay dinted;

Heat was in the very sod

Which the Saint had printed.

Therefore, Christian men, be sure,

Wealth or rank possessing;

Ye, who now will bless the poor,

Shall yourselves find blessing.

Listen now to Bing Crosby singing the Christmas carol "Good King Wenceslas":