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Love that Native American Music Video. All of it is good, but check the section from 1:22 to 1:52, the foot movements and the head movements. Excellent!

Here's something else that I like, it is very beautiful.

Murcof, Truffaz, Singh @ Montreux

Hi Sanna,

Glad you like it!

The first time I heard Stormy Monday, when I was a kid, it was sung by Lou Rawls.

Stormy Monday --- Lou Rawls & Stanley Turrentine

and another version by Eva Cassidy

There are a few other threads here where links to music get posted.

This one gets the most activity. Lots of music here.

That looks like a nice place to be.

The Circle Game
- Joni Mitchell

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you're older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.

Sixteen Springs and sixteen Summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him
Take your time, it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur
Coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game