Audiphones are highly recommended!... Buckled your seat belts too. This John M. Kennedy's music compilation will make you think philosophically, feel relax and sophisticatedly numb or cognizant of other dimensions as definitely you will sense the most deepest parts of your perception traveling in a vibrational space-time throughout your mere existence.
Each of these songs has some or many things in common, besides each to be an extraordinary beautiful musical composition, all of them are surrounded by and submerged in mystery, perhaps drama, fascinating adventures, or unusual and unique events, in other words, each of these songs has its own story to tell between and among its chords, and each of those stories is completely unique and surprisingly enigmatic.
Therefore, as many people have suspected about some of these compositions, they could be tele-transporters to unknow regions, perhaps portals, if you wish, from and to another dimensions. In ulterior episodes, John M. Kennedy will share his research, musings and elucubrations over those unbelievable poetical-musical stories for now enjoy this episode full of mysterious music. Stay tune; lastly, in this episode John M. Kennedy interpret the Poem written and published in 1839 by Rev. Edwin H Chapin: "The Ocean Burial" based on which they made the "Lament of the Cowboy" or "Bury Me Not In the Lone Prairie" and the more older version "Ocean Burial" composed or arranged in 1850. Notwithstanding, "As above so Below" find one of the most original version of the poem, which is aka "Bury Me Not In The Deep Deep Sea":
"O, bury me not in the deep, deep sea,"
The words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On his cabin couch at the close of day;
He had wasted and pined till o'er his brow
The death-shade had slowly passed and now,
Where the land and his fond-loved home were nigh,
They had gathered around him to see him die.
"For in fancy I've listened to the well-known words,
The free, wild winds, and the songs of the birds;
I have thought of home, of cot and bower,
And of scenes that I loved in childhood's hour;
I had ever hoped to be laid when I died,
In the church-yard there, on the green hillside;
By the bones of my fathers, my grave should be,
O, bury me not in the deep, deep sea.
"Let my death-slumbers be where a mother's prayer,
And a sister's tear shall be mingled there;
O, 'Twill be sweet, ere the heart's throb is o'er,
To know, when its fountains shall gush no more,
That those it so fondly hath yearned for will come,
To plant the first wildflower of spring on my tomb;
Let me lie where those loved ones will weep over me,
O, bury me not in the deep, deep sea.
"And there is another; her tears would be shed,
For him who lay far in an ocean bed;
In hours that it pains me to think of now,
She hath twined these locks, and hath kissed this brow;
In the hair she hath wreathed, shall the sea-snake hiss?
And the brow she hath pressed, shall the cold wave kiss?
For the sake of that bright one that waiteth for me,
O, bury me not in the deep, deep sea.
"She hath been in my dreams" - his voice failed there,
They gave no heed to his dying prayer;
They have lowered him slow o'er the vessel's side,
Above him has closed the dark, cold tide;
Where to dip their light wings the sea-fowls rest,
Where the blue waves dance o'er the ocean's crest;
Where the billows bound and the winds sport free,
They have buried him there, in the deep, deep sea.
