Musinique

Joy to the World
 
Joy to the world the Lord is comeLet earth receive her KingLet every heart prepare Him roomAnd heaven and nature singAnd heaven and nature singAnd heaven and heaven and nature sing
Joy to the earth the Savior reignsLet men their songs employWhile fields and floods rocks hills and plainsRepeat the sounding joyRepeat the sounding joyRepeat repeat the sounding joy
No more let sins and sorrows growNor thorns infest the groundHe comes to make His blessings flowFar as the curse is foundFar as the curse is foundFar as far as the curse is found
He rules the world with truth and graceAnd makes the nations proveThe glories of His righteousnessAnd wonders of His loveAnd wonders of His loveAnd wonders wonders of His love
 
Newton Willams Brownhttps://music.apple.com/gb/artist/newton-willams-brown/1781653273https://open.spotify.com/artist/7Ec9DTFD4EMsxdpiiGos2p?si=_S4w85ESS02IHZ9F9158RAhttps://newton.musinique.com

Auld Lang Syne
Should old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot In the days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll drink a cup of kindness yet For the sake of auld lang syne
And surely, you will buy your cup And surely, I'll buy mine! We'll take a cup of kindness yet For the sake of auld lang syne
We two who've paddled in the stream From morning sun 'til night The seas between us roared and swelled Since the days of auld lang syne
For old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Should old acquaintance be forgot For the sake of auld lang syne?
For old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Should old acquaintance be forgot In the days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll drink a cup of kindness yet For the sake of auld lang syne

 
Om bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥTat savitur vareṇyaṁBhargo devasya dhīmahiDhiyo yo naḥ pracodayāt
Gayatri, tu prem ki jyotiJyān ka prakāś, ātmā ki roshni
Om bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥTere nām se ātmā uddān kare
Tat savitur vareṇyaṁSurya jaisa divya tej
Bhargo devasya dhīmahiJis se buddhi ho nirmal aur gahan
Dhiyo yo naḥ pracodayātMan, buddhi aur chitta ko prakaśit kare
Om bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥTat savitur vareṇyaṁBhargo devasya dhīmahiDhiyo yo naḥ pracodayāt
Om tryambakaṁ yajāmaheSugandhiṁ puṣṭivardhanamUrvārukam iva bandhanānMṛtyor mukṣīya mā'mṛtāt
 
Nik Bear Brownhttps://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQhttps://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275https://nikbear.musinique.comhttps://musinique.com
 
 

Good King Wenceslas (Nik Bear Brown)
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 you know 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 food and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither,You and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither.”Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together,Through the cold 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, my good page, tread now in them boldly,You shall find the winter’s rage freeze your blood less coldly.”
In his master’s steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed.Therefore, Christian men, be sure, while God’s gifts possessing,You who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.Timeless Truths
Through the forest dark they came, where the wind was howling,Faintly glowed the page's flame, fear and doubt embowling."Fear not, lad, for light will show, trust the Lord's great leading,In the act of love, we grow, faith itself is feeding."
At the cottage door they stood, where the frost was biting,Wenceslas brought forth the wood, warmth and hope uniting."Take this food and take this cheer, God has not forsaken,In the chill of winter drear, His love is unshaken."
Homeward went the page and king, hearts aglow with glory,Every step a song to sing, spreading Christmas' story.Thus we learn that giving light, melts the cold and sorrow,Love's own flame can guide the night, brightening the morrow
 

We Three KingsLyrics adapted by Nik Bear Brown
We three kings of Orient are;Bearing gifts we traverse afar,Field and fountain, moor and mountain,Following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of light,Star with royal beauty bright,Westward leading, still proceeding,Guide us to thy perfect light.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,Gold I bring to crown him again,King forever, ceasing never,Over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I;Incense owns a Deity nigh;Prayer and praising, voices raising,Worshiping God on high.
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfumeBreathes a life of gathering gloom;Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
O star of wonder, star of light,Star with royal beauty bright,Westward leading, still proceeding,Guide us to thy perfect light.
From the East, we journey afar,Led by faith and guided by star,Through the desert, hope sustaining,To the child our hearts are reigning.
See the babe in lowly stall,Love’s great gift for one and all.Hope eternal, joy unending,Heaven and Earth in peace descending.
Light eternal, pure and divine,Fills the Earth with holy shine.Kings bow low, and shepherds wonder,God’s great love, a gift of thunder.
O star of wonder, star of light,Star with royal beauty bright,Westward leading, still proceeding,Guide us to thy perfect light.

Lift every voice and sing (Newton)

Musinique sessions are works in progress.
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Lift Every Voice 
I lift every voice like a lantern in the dawnI hold every syllable like a seed of freedom rising
Lift every voice and sing as the heavens ringLet the harmonies of liberty breathe through our bonesLet rejoicing rise high as listening skiesLet it roll like a sea of hope we built stone by stone
Sing a song full of the faith the dark past taughtSing a song full of the hope this new day broughtFacing the rising sun of a morning just begunWe march on till victory is won
Stony is the road we trodBitter was the rod that tried to bend our lightYet with a steady beat our weary feetCame to the place our elders dreamed in night
We have come over a way watered with tearsWe have come through a path soaked by the slaughtered yearsOut from the gloomy pastTo stand where a gleam breaks through at last
God of our weary yearsGod of our silent tearsYou carried us thus far on the wayYou led us by might into the lightKeep our steps in the path we pray
Lest our feet stray from the ground where we met you
Keep us true keep us true
Lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world forget you
Keep us near keep us near
Shadowed beneath your hand we standTrue to our GodTrue to our native landRising like a dawn that refuses to dimTill victory calls our name
 
This Musinique studio session presents a contemporary meditation on the iconic hymn "Lift Every Voice and Sing." The piece weaves together the original hymn's themes of perseverance, faith, and collective liberation with new poetic imagery—opening with "I lift every voice like a lantern in the dawn" and introducing metaphors of seeds, stones, and steady beats. While honoring the traditional verses about the "stony road" and prayers to the "God of our weary years," this work-in-progress adds fresh interpretive layers that emphasize individual voice ("I lift," "I hold") within the communal chorus, creating a bridge between historical struggle and present-day resilience.
"Lift Every Voice and Sing" is a hymn written as a poem by James Weldon Johnson in 1900 and set to music by his brother, J. Rosamond Johnson. Created for a celebration of Abraham Lincoln's birthday, it became an anthem of the African American civil rights movement and is often called the "Black National Anthem." The original work is in the public domain.
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Is everyone on SoundCloud a music promoter?
I got fifty messages today oh my  All saying hey I’ll make you fly high  Each one a promoter so they say  But not a single one can prove their way  
Is everyone on SoundCloud a music promoter  Are they all famous like they told her  They promise me the moon and stars  But I don’t see no fancy cars  
They say they’ll make me a superstar  From here to there and near and far  But when I ask show me your plan  They’re gone quicker than a flash in the pan  
Is everyone on SoundCloud a music promoter  Are they all experts like they told her  They wave their magic words around  But no proof of fame to be found
 
A satirical studio session from Musinique that calls out the overwhelming spam problem on SoundCloud. The song humorously documents the relentless flood of messages from self-proclaimed "music promoters" who promise stardom, the moon, and the stars—but vanish the moment you ask for proof or details. With a catchy, repetitive hook that mirrors the repetitive nature of these spam messages themselves, this work-in-progress captures the frustration every independent artist faces when trying to navigate legitimate music promotion versus opportunistic scammers. No fancy cars, no proven track records—just empty promises that disappear "quicker than a flash in the pan."
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They told meHushAs if silence were a tidy room with no windows
But my breathFluttered openLike a stubborn birdWith a starlit throatWhoever taught wings to listen
Their hush fellHeavy as old kingdomsAnd stillMy voice leapt outA barefoot thingLaughing in sound
I sang insteadBecause the world keeps forgettingHow loud a single heartbeat can bloomWhen no one is looking
And my songNot quite a shoutNot quite a prayerRose crookedlyRose beautifully
Past their swordsTheir crossesTheir crownsPast every sorry ruleBuilt to quietWide open souls
And the airBecame a trembling yesWhere all their no had lived
So here I amBright, untamedShaking the dust from my vowels
They told me hushI heard a cage
I sang instead

Gochujang Caramel Cookies
Back in Boston teaching gameNortheastern hard but it ain't the sameLess UCLA sunshine and UCLA's glowThere's one regret I can't let go
An Indian queen caught my eyeWords fail me now I wonder whyCould have made her life could have made her stayNow I'm here praying for another day
Crying in the mug of Gochujang Caramel Cookies I can't look awayDid I miss my chance was it fate's designBack on campus but I'm empty insideBaby cookies could have turned it rightGochujang Caramel spicy sweet delight
Crying in the mug of Gochujang Caramel Cookies through the nightReading the recipe aloud what she'd careGot a soft laugh in the airGallop of Gochujang a spicy smileCould I have made her see the man I'd beOr is it just these cookies speaking for meCrying in the mug of Gochujang Caramel Cookies where she used to be
Did I miss my chance was it fate's designNow I'm empty insideMaybe cookies could have turned it rightCrying in the mug of Gochujang Caramel Cookies I can't look awayDid I miss my chance was it fate's designBack on campus but I'm empty insideMaybe cookies could have turned it rightGochujang Caramel spicy sweet delight
 
Nik Bear Brownhttps://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQhttps://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275https://nikbear.musinique.com