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THEME SONG: BEAUTIFUL
COLORS
Jack
commissioned one of his favorite song writers to write
and perform the theme song based on the book. After
reading the book, Matt Bowen wrote the lyrics (with
a little of Jack’s help) and music for the song, entitled,
“Beautiful Colors.” A large majority of the lyrics are
taken directly from Ian’s adventures throughout the
book. In November, Jack flew to LA to record the drums
and the rest was in Matt’s hands.
Following
the lyrics below, you will find discussion questions
that relate to the song.
For more
music by Matt, please visit: mattbowenmusic.com.
Feel free to listen, download, and share with
friends. Music by Matt
Bowen Lyrics by Matt Bowen
(and Jack Bowen)
Matt Bowen - vocals, guitars, bass, violins, Rhodes
organ
Jack Bowen - drums
Paul Bessenbacher - piano Produced,
mixed, and engineered by Matt Bowen at
Emoto Studios Edited at Emoto
Studios and Scanlan Studios
Copyright Matt Bowen Music 2005 |
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BEAUTIFUL
COLORS
The world is quite peaceful,
With my head down in the sand.
It's cool and it's quiet here,
no need to understand
Life's great mysteries,
seeing only shadows of reality.
So I lift my head to the world,
and I'm blinded by the light.
If you see the world in black and white,
you're missing out on all the beautiful colors.
Dark and light, wrong and right,
May or might, and all the rest.
If you keep on traveling to the east,
You'll end up west.
Your paradigms are affected,
When you see it's all connected.
You embrace both heart and mind
in seeking what you find.
You have no idea my son.
Your journey's just begun.
If you look with eyes wide open,
you realize the world wonders,
and you are not alone.
The world is quite full of wonder,
with my head out of the sand.
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Questions for Discussion:
1. People
often say “Ignorance is Bliss.” In what ways might this
be true? What are the negative consequences of this
ideal? How do you evaluate the opening and closing stanzas
of the song which seem to be totally opposing views?
2. What
virtue might there be in seeing the world in “black
and white”? What would this mean? If right-and-wrong
(morality) is not a black-and-white issue, then how
could we come to any answers regarding morality? If
morality is a matter of black and white, why can’t we
all agree on moral issues?
3. What
produces greater insights for you—your heart (intuition,
faith, passion) or mind (logic, math, reason)? Is one
“better” than the other?
4. What
kind of things affect your paradigm (world-view)— Science?
Advertising? Religion? “Society”? With all of these
influences, how can you make truly authentic choices?
5. Do you
find greater beauty/wonder in something the more or
less you know about it? How does your answer affect
the way you approach knowing your self, others, and
the world around you?
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FREEWILL
by “Rush”
There are those who think that life is nothing
left to chance,
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.
A planet of playthings,
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot conceive.
" The stars aren't aligned
Or the gods are malign"-
Blame is better to give than receive.
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial
voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made
a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness
that can kill;
I will choose a path that's clear-
I will choose Free Will.
There are those who think that they were dealt
a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them- they weren't
born in lotus-land.
All preordained-
A prisoner in chains-
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can't pray for a place
In heaven's unearthly estate.
Each of us-
A cell of awareness-
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet. |
Questions for Discussion: 1.
If nothing is left to chance, does that diminish your
view of life?
2. What
is the significance of the stanza which reads, "You
can't pray for a place/In heaven's unearthly estate"?
3. In what
sense are you a “prisoner in chains?”
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PARABOLA
by “Tool”
We barely remember who or what came before this
precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on,
stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder
here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Alive, I
In this holy reality, in this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder
here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion. |
Questions for Discussion: 1.
If "I" am inside "this body," then
what am "I"?
2. In this
context, what does it mean for pain to be an illusion?
3. What
is the "familiar parable" mentioned here?
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QUE
SERA SERA
Written by “J. Livingston and R. Evans”
Performed by “Natalie Evans”
We're gathered here this evening to testify
And I want you to know the words for today is
let go
(well) ha, I want you to let go
And I want you to just sit back
And relax and open you hearts, your mind and
Let it go, go, go, go, go
We'd like to tell you a story this evening
Haven't not so long, long, long ago
It's a story about you and me
This is how it goes
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother what will I be
(ooh, will I be pretty) yeah (will I be rich)
Here's what she said to me
Que, sera, sera, whatever will be
Hee, hee, hee, hee
Ha, oh, oh, oh, because, because
The future is not for us to see, no
Que sera (que sera) que sera (que sera)
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover, ooh, baby
Baby what will I be
What will I be
(will I have...)
Here's what my baby said to me
He said que sera, sera
I just wanna say that whatever will be
Que, que sera, oh, oh, oh, oh (sera) oh (sera)
Oh, hey, hey, whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever
Whatever will be, will be, surely be
All because the future is not for us to see
I know, I know, at least I hope that you know
The future is not for us to see
Que sera (que sera) que sera (que sera) Oh well |
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Questions for Discussion: 1.
What is the significance of the statement, "Whatever
will be will be"?
2. Would
you want to know the future if you could? What would
you want to know? To not know?
3. Do you
believe there is such a thing as fate: that, regardless
of what you do, certain things will happen at certain
times?
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Copyright © 2006, Jack
Bowen. All rights reserved. |
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