David Moss is considered one of the most innovative singers and percussionists in contemporary music. He has performed his solo work all over the world. In 1991 he received a Guggenheim Fellowship; in 1992, a DAAD Fellowship (Berlin).
Moss is the co-founder (with Muziektheater Transparant) and artistic director of the Institute for Living Voice (ILV), a workshop center hosting Master Singers from around the world. The ILV presented its premiere session in Sept.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
CDmAmG My name comes from the soil where the Jordan River flows CDmAmG And on each side of the river theres a house that a man calls home
FCCG/BAm And their homes are built on the earth and stone FCG And the earth and stone catch the rain FCCG/BAm And the rain it falls on Jerusalems walls FGC And in those walls each man goes to pray
My name stands for glory and a city thats paved with gold Thats a gold that stands for wanting what the other man calls his own
And the war is waged over earth and stone And the blood is spilt like the rain And the rain it falls on Jerusalems walls And in those walls each man goes to pray AmF And each man prays quite the same CG One man kneels one bows his head AmF And they built walls quite like a cage CG And on each side a different name is said
My name it speaks a language that is almost as old as time And through that time and its telling comes a story and a great divide
For the words were carved in the earth and stone And they pass through the land like the rain And the rain it falls on Jerusalems wall And in those walls each man goes to pray
And each man builds his wall of stone That it wont break like he breaks bread It matters not which side youre on It makes no difference to a man whos not been fed |FC|FC|FC|GC|
My name tells the story of a giant overthrown A small boy who knows not glory A young shepherd and a younger son
And the giant fell by the slinging stone And the tears of joy fell like rain And the rain still falls on Jerusalems walls And in those walls each man goes to pray