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Silent_Water said:
I think I understand the most sentences here but some words confuse me because they exist in German in exactly the same version and probably in another meaning, e.g. "Schlauch" is a tube or a hosepipe, but you can also use the word as a verb saying something different like "Das schlaucht ganz schön." = "This is pretty exhausting (or making tired)."

But here it could also be a similar sounding word for "Schlacht" (battle) or "schlachten" (= slaughtering, butchering?) or something completely different?
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This is why the origin of these words means similar things. "Schlacht" - killing pepole during a war, or "Schlachten" - killing Animals.
 
elephas said:
Some musicologists, for example Mikhail Kazinik, believe that Tallis is a composer of the same level as Bach, Handel, Mozart.
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I agree. Also his younger friend and colleague, William Byrd.

Heineudo said:
This is why the origin of these words means similar things. "Schlacht" - killing pepole during a war, or "Schlachten" - killing Animals.
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cognate with English 'slaughter', which is from Old Norse sláhtr rather than Old English sleaht; they all go back to a Germanic root slach- (so does English 'slay')
 
Among the geniuses, whose names are somewhat in the shadows, but worthy of being on a par with the greatest, Kazinik also names Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina (1525-1594) and Arcangelo Corelli (1653-1713). Their music also has an uplifting effect, especially Corelli's music.

Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina - Magnificat Primi Toni

Arcangelo Corelli - Concerto grosso in G minor Op.6, No.8 ("Christmas concerto")
 
"Morning Has Broken" The hymn originally appeared in the second edition of Songs of Praise (published in 1931), to the tune "Bunessan", composed in the Scottish Highlands. In Songs of Praise Discussed, the editor, Percy Dearmer, explains that as there was need for a hymn to give thanks for each day, English poet and children's author Eleanor Farjeon had been "asked to make a poem to fit the lovely Scottish tune". (...) "Bunessan" had been found in L. McBean's Songs and Hymns of the Gael, published in 1900. Farjeon's words were inspired by the village of Alfriston in East Sussex. Before Farjeon's words, the tune was used as a Christmas carol, which began "Child in the manger, Infant of Mary", translated from the Scottish Gaelic lyrics written by Mary MacDonald. The English-language Roman Catholic hymnal also uses the tune for the Charles Stanford hymns "Christ Be Beside Me" and "This Day God Gives Me", both of which were adapted from the traditional Irish hymn St. Patrick's Breastplate. Another Christian hymn "Baptize In Water" borrows the tune.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
"Morning Has Broken" The hymn originally appeared in the second edition of Songs of Praise (published in 1931), to the tune "Bunessan", composed in the Scottish Highlands. In Songs of Praise Discussed, the editor, Percy Dearmer, explains that as there was need for a hymn to give thanks for each day, English poet and children's author Eleanor Farjeon had been "asked to make a poem to fit the lovely Scottish tune". (...) "Bunessan" had been found in L. McBean's Songs and Hymns of the Gael, published in 1900. Farjeon's words were inspired by the village of Alfriston in East Sussex. Before Farjeon's words, the tune was used as a Christmas carol, which began "Child in the manger, Infant of Mary", translated from the Scottish Gaelic lyrics written by Mary MacDonald. The English-language Roman Catholic hymnal also uses the tune for the Charles Stanford hymns "Christ Be Beside Me" and "This Day God Gives Me", both of which were adapted from the traditional Irish hymn St. Patrick's Breastplate. Another Christian hymn "Baptize In Water" borrows the tune.
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For the Scot Gaelic chauvinists among us (@Eulalia ), the original Christmas carol was written by a poet from the isle of Mull, Mairi Dhughallach NicLucais, bean Neil Dhomhnullaich ann an Ard Tunna (Mary Macdonald)


(‘S e) Leanabh an aigh an leanabh bh’aig Mairi,
(A) Rugadh ‘san stabull, Righ nan Dul,
Thainig do’n fhasach dh’fhulang ‘nar n-aite,
Is sona do’n aireamh bhiteas dha dluth.

Infant of wonder, infant of Mary,
Born in a stable, Lord* over all,
Came from on high to hear our transgressions,
Happy are those who may on Him call.

Is ann an Iudea chualas an sgeulachd
As binne r’a eisdeachd na teudan ciuil,
Armailt na Flaitheis is ainglean Neimh
Ag ard-mholadh Dhe ‘s a’seinn a chliu.

Town in Judea* echoes the tidings,
Sweeter than music’s trembling chords;
Armies of angels, hosts of the Highest,
Loudly are lauding God, the Lord.

Iriosal, striochdach thainig an Ti so,
‘S deacair dhomh innseadh meud a chliu;
Prionnsa na sithe a rugadh mar chiochran
Ann an staid iosal is gun mhuirn.

Lowly and humble He came to save us,
Boundless His power and mighty His name,
Prince* of peace, He was born of a virgin
In lowly estate without pomp or acclaim.

Eisdubh an fhuaim le sgeula nam buadh
A dh’aithris na buchaillean o thus:
“Gheibh sibh an t-Uan ‘s a’phrasaich ‘na shuain,
‘S e shaoras a shluagh le buaidh is le cliu.”

List to the sound and the tale of His glory
That to the shepherds there was told:*
“The Lamb will be found asleep in a manger,
He who will save us from Satan’s fold.”

‘S e teachgdaire ‘n aigh a thainig o’n airde
A dh’innis le gradh na bha ‘na run:
“Geibh sibh ‘san stabull ‘m fochar a mhathar
Naoidhean thug barr air cach gach uair.”

The herald of tidings wondrous and joyful
Came from on high his good news to bear:
“There in the stable next to his mother,
Your mighty savior, beyond compare.”*

“Seallaibh ged tha e ‘m prasaich ‘san stabull,
An armailt ro-laidir air a chul:
Ainglean o’n airde a’frithealadh dha-san,
Cumhachd is gras is gradh ‘na ghnuis.”

“Behold though you find Him asleep in a stable,*
Mighty His army stands in its place,*
Angels from heaven haste to attend Him,
Power and grace and love in his face.”*

Ged a bhiodh leanaban aig righribh na talmhainn
Le greadhnachas garbh ‘s le anabarr muirn,
‘S gearr gus am falbh iad ‘s fasaidh muirn,
An ailleachd ‘s an deabh a’searg ‘s an uir.

Scions of kings, though greeted with grandeur,
Festal rejoicing’s vain display –*
Swift ebbs their life’s stream, strength quickly waning*,
Beauty and form in dust decay.

‘S iomadh fear treubhach, gaisgealach, gleusda
Chaisg air an steud ‘s nach eirich dhiubh
A chaoidh gus an seidear trompaid Mhic Dhe
Ag ar-mholadh Dhe ‘s a’seinn a chliu.

Brave men of valour, powerful and mighty,
Go forth to war in carnage to die,
They shall arise at God’s son’s own trumpet,*
Praising our Lord, our Saviour on high.

Cha b’ionnan ‘s an t-Uan a thainig g’ar fuasgladh,
Iriosal, stuama ghluais e an tus,
E naomh gun truailleachd, cruithear an t-sluaigh
A dh’eirich a suas le buaidh o’n uir.

Not thus the Lamb who came to redeem us,
Humble and meek but mighty to save,
Spotless and holy, his hosts’ Creator*,
Ever victorious over the grave.

Seallaibh cia ard E nis ann am Parras
Ag ullacgadh aite d’a chairdean ruin;
O’n cheannaich a bhas dhaibh sonas do-aireamh,
A ghealladh gu brath cha teid air chul.

Now far on high in Paradise waiting,
Welcome prepared for all of His own;
Those by death purchased, them he has promised
Ne’er to forsake or leave alone.*

Athair nan gras, neartaich ar cail
Chum moladh gu brath thoirt dha le cliu,
Do’n Ti as ro-airde a dh’ullaich dhuinn Slanighear
A dh’fhuiling am bas ‘nar n-aite ‘s nar rum.

Father of grace, O strengthen our purpose
To praise Him forever, great is His name;
God from on high who sent our Redeemer
To die on the cross, from heaven He came.

Teagaisg a Righ dhuinn slighe na sithe,
‘Nad cheumaibh direach cum sinn dluth;
Thusa bha dileas dhuinne bho shiorruiddheachd,
Urras ro-chinnteach air an cul.

Lead us, O Lord, on life’s peaceful pathways;
Thee we would follow, close by Thy side.
Prize for the faithful, life everlasting,
Through life’s dark shadows be Thou our guide.

Neartaich ar dochas, meudaich ar n-eolas,
Cum sinn ‘nad roidean direach, dluth,
Le ola ‘nar lochrain mar ris na h-oighibh
A’seinn ann an gloir an orain uir.

Hope will sustain us, knowledge will guide us,
Staunch in Thy footsteps we follow Thee,
Singing Thy praises on highways to glory,
Happy and joyful, Lord, we shall be.

So leanbh an aigh mar dh’aithris na faidhean
‘S na h-ainglean arda b’e miann as sul,
‘S e as airidh air gradh ‘s air urram thiort dha,
Is sona do’n aireamh bhitheas dha dluth.

Infant of wonder, theme of the prophets,
Angels adore, eyes full of longing,*
Worthy of love is He and of honour,
Happy those who may call on the King.*

- https://suburbanbanshee.wordpress.com/2004/01/06/107341448831033494/
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
A. P Hill's assault. Euell Corp fought mostly against the XIth Corp of mostly German-Americans (over 200,000 German-born immigrants served in the United States Army during the Civil War). Many of these soldiers could speak little English beyond "I'm going to fight mit Sigel" (Major General Franz Sigel) which was their proud slogan and which became one of the favorite songs of the war.
I goes mit regimentals;
To schlauch dem voes of Liberty
Like dem old Continentals;
Vot fights mit England long ago
To save de Yankee Eagle,
Un now I gets mine sojer clothes,
I’m going to fight mit Sigel.

Ven I comes from de Deutsche Countree,
I vorks some dimes at baking,
Den I keeps a lager bier saloon,
Un den I goes shoe-making;
But now I was a sojer been
To save de Yankee Eagle;
To schlauch dem tam Secession volks,
I’m going to fight mit Sigel.

I gets ein tam big rifle guns,
Un puts him to mine shoulder,
Den march so bold. like big jack horse,
Un may been someding bolder;
I goes off mit de volunteers,
To save de Yankee Eagle,
To give dem rebel vellers fits,
I’m going to fight mit Sigel.

Dem Deutshen mens, mit Sigel’s band,
At fighting have no rival,
Un ven Cheff Davis’ mens we meet,
Ve schlauch’ em like de tuyvil;
Dere’s only von ting vot I fear,
Ven pattling for de Eagle,
I vont get not no lager bier,
Ven I goes to fight mit Sigel.

For rations, dey gives salty pork,
I dinks dat was a great sell,
I petter likes de sour krout,
De switzer kaise un pretzel.
If Fighting Joe (or Liddle Mac) will give us dem,
Ve’ll save de Yankee Eagle:
Un I’ll put mine vrou in breechaloons.
To go un fight mit Sigel.
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Bruce Catton tells the story of the Battle of Pea Ridge where Curtiss soundly defeated van Dorn and ensured federal domination most of the trans Mississippi (important for the Vicksburg campaign). In it, he says "for three crucial days Fritz Siegel acted like a competent general". Apparently like many others who "rallied to the flag" and raised regiments, or like Lincoln's "political generals", he wasn't much of a professional soldier. Braxton Bragg on the rebel side was also way out of his league.
World War II was fought by Americans with all kinds of different ancestries (Pete Quesada of the 9th Tactical Air Force, for example, or Nimitz, or Kreuger). I am totally mystified by the current anti-immigrant feeling in the United States. The Atlantic slave trade (admittedly there were violations of the law) was outlawed in 1808. That means that most blacks (and all native Americans) can trace their ancestry in the United States back much further than, say, Donald Trump, whose grandfather and mother were both immigrants. Just plain weird. Ask Oppenheimer and I. I. Rabbi on the science side.
 
I think, if we look at modern genetic studies in Europe, we will see that any kind of nationalism is rather fiction than science. Most nations in Europe are proud of their literature, poets, languages and how they developed in time, but when you combine the latest genetic studies with the origin of nations, you will have many surprising results in Europe.
For example, the Finnish-Estonian language is one of the most complicated languages in Europe and the Scandinavian neighbours from countries like Sweden or Norway were sometimes mocking, such a language could really only have been developed by poor reindeer breeders who had nothing else to do in long winter nights than inventing a secret language no neighbour would ever be able to learn.
During the last 20 years and because of some studies of state universities there, almost all citizens of Finland have been traced genetically and the surprising result was that more than 80 % of the Finnish population are genetically "Swedes"!
The only logical explanation is that some thousand years ago, "Swedes" came as immigrants to "Finland" and learned the language of the probably friendly "real Finnish" reindeer nomads who helped and protected them but the "Swedes" were more farmers than nomads, so their population grew faster than the one of the nomads, but both lived in peaceful coexistence and made trades with each other, e.g. reindeer flesh from the nomads in exchange for bread from the farmers and in the end, all spoke "Finnish", because there was no real contact any more to the "Swedes" in "Southern Sweden".
And history can sometimes take a strange "little peaceful revenge", even in Scandinavia. For example and as far as I know, Norway was a part of Sweden until 1905 but the Norwegians did not like to pay taxes any more to the state of Sweden and the Swedes did not like to support their poor cousins in the West of Scandinavia, so most Swedes were happy, when the poor Norway left the Union with Sweden in 1905.
Today, the relatively few Norwegians (5.4 millions) and former "poorest Vikings" are probably today the richest Europeans per capita because of their long coast to the North Sea, in which they found some sources of the best crude oil in the world. Although Norway is practically a member of the European Union, they will probably never become part of the currency union, because they would have to pay more to the EU than they would ever get back.
So, for most Europeans, the Norwegians are living today in a really rich welfare state which seems to be close to paradise compared to more than 98 % of other countries in the world.
 
The blurb for “Caste”;


NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • OPRAH’S BOOK CLUB PICK • The Pulitzer Prize–winning, bestselling author of The Warmth of Other Suns examines the unspoken caste system that has shaped America and shows how our lives today are still defined by a hierarchy of human divisions.

“An instant American classic.”—Dwight Garner, The New York Times

“As we go about our daily lives, caste is the wordless usher in a darkened theater, flashlight cast down in the aisles, guiding us to our assigned seats for a performance. The hierarchy of caste is not about feelings or morality. It is about power—which groups have it and which do not.”

In this brilliant book, Isabel Wilkerson gives us a masterful portrait of an unseen phenomenon in America as she explores, through an immersive, deeply researched narrative and stories about real people, how America today and throughout its history has been shaped by a hidden caste system, a rigid hierarchy of human rankings.

Beyond race, class, or other factors, there is a powerful caste system that influences people’s lives and behavior and the nation’s fate. Linking the caste systems of America, India, and Nazi Germany, Wilkerson explores eight pillars that underlie caste systems across civilizations, including divine will, bloodlines, stigma, and more. Using riveting stories about people—including Martin Luther King, Jr., baseball’s Satchel Paige, a single father and his toddler son, Wilkerson herself, and many others—she shows the ways that the insidious undertow of caste is experienced every day. She documents how the Nazis studied the racial systems in America to plan their out-cast of the Jews; she discusses why the cruel logic of caste requires that there be a bottom rung for those in the middle to measure themselves against; she writes about the surprising health costs of caste, in depression and life expectancy, and the effects of this hierarchy on our culture and politics. Finally, she points forward to ways America can move beyond the artificial and destructive separations of human divisions, toward hope in our common humanity.

Beautifully written, original, and revealing, Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents is an eye-opening story of people and history, and a reexamination of what lies under the surface of ordinary lives and of American life today.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
"Morning Has Broken" The hymn originally appeared in the second edition of Songs of Praise (published in 1931), to the tune "Bunessan", composed in the Scottish Highlands. In Songs of Praise Discussed, the editor, Percy Dearmer, explains that as there was need for a hymn to give thanks for each day, English poet and children's author Eleanor Farjeon had been "asked to make a poem to fit the lovely Scottish tune". (...) "Bunessan" had been found in L. McBean's Songs and Hymns of the Gael, published in 1900. Farjeon's words were inspired by the village of Alfriston in East Sussex. Before Farjeon's words, the tune was used as a Christmas carol, which began "Child in the manger, Infant of Mary", translated from the Scottish Gaelic lyrics written by Mary MacDonald. The English-language Roman Catholic hymnal also uses the tune for the Charles Stanford hymns "Christ Be Beside Me" and "This Day God Gives Me", both of which were adapted from the traditional Irish hymn St. Patrick's Breastplate. Another Christian hymn "Baptize In Water" borrows the tune.
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I was about to post something about the controversy Cat Steven caused with his comment on fatwa which felt quite ironic to me as I had known him for his songs like "Peace Train" before.

But as I realized this is a thread dedicated for uplifting thoughts I changed my mind. Instead, I'll just post my favourite version of the song:

 
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Silent_Water said:
I think, if we look at modern genetic studies in Europe, we will see that any kind of nationalism is rather fiction than science. Most nations in Europe are proud of their literature, poets, languages and how they developed in time, but when you combine the latest genetic studies with the origin of nations, you will have many surprising results in Europe.
For example, the Finnish-Estonian language is one of the most complicated languages in Europe and the Scandinavian neighbours from countries like Sweden or Norway were sometimes mocking, such a language could really only have been developed by poor reindeer breeders who had nothing else to do in long winter nights than inventing a secret language no neighbour would ever be able to learn.
During the last 20 years and because of some studies of state universities there, almost all citizens of Finland have been traced genetically and the surprising result was that more than 80 % of the Finnish population are genetically "Swedes"!
The only logical explanation is that some thousand years ago, "Swedes" came as immigrants to "Finland" and learned the language of the probably friendly "real Finnish" reindeer nomads who helped and protected them but the "Swedes" were more farmers than nomads, so their population grew faster than the one of the nomads, but both lived in peaceful coexistence and made trades with each other, e.g. reindeer flesh from the nomads in exchange for bread from the farmers and in the end, all spoke "Finnish", because there was no real contact any more to the "Swedes" in "Southern Sweden".
And history can sometimes take a strange "little peaceful revenge", even in Scandinavia. For example and as far as I know, Norway was a part of Sweden until 1905 but the Norwegians did not like to pay taxes any more to the state of Sweden and the Swedes did not like to support their poor cousins in the West of Scandinavia, so most Swedes were happy, when the poor Norway left the Union with Sweden in 1905.
Today, the relatively few Norwegians (5.4 millions) and former "poorest Vikings" are probably today the richest Europeans per capita because of their long coast to the North Sea, in which they found some sources of the best crude oil in the world. Although Norway is practically a member of the European Union, they will probably never become part of the currency union, because they would have to pay more to the EU than they would ever get back.
So, for most Europeans, the Norwegians are living today in a really rich welfare state which seems to be close to paradise compared to more than 98 % of other countries in the world.
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Remember that the Baltic states were part of the Swedish empire up to the time of Peter the Great.
 
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