Lion's Roar or The Lion's Roar may refer to:
The Lion's Roar is the second studio album by Swedish folk duo First Aid Kit. It was produced by Mike Mogis and features contributions from Bright Eyes' Conor Oberst and The Felice Brothers. The album was released on 18 January 2012.
The Lion's Roar received general acclaim from music journalists.
The Guardian awarded the album 4 stars out of 5, commenting that it was "a bigger, better record than their debut, rounded out with the confidence of maturity and a smooth, assured indie-country sound."musicOMH was similarly positive, stating that "this follow-up could be the album that sees them nudge the likes of Laura Marling and Mumford and Sons out of the way in order to claim a place at the top table." As with the band's previous work, critics praised Klara and Johanna's singing, with The Independent highlighting the band's "clear, characterful voices, employed in beautifully modulated, bell-like harmonies."
As of late 2012, the album holds an aggregate score of 81/100 on Metacritic which indicates universal acclaim.
"The Lion's Roar" is the title track of the album The Lion's Roar by the Swedish folk band First Aid Kit. Written by Klara Söderberg and Johanna Söderberg, the song was released as the first single from the album and entered the Swedish Singles Chart at #38, and then rose to #34 the following week.
The lion's roar is a membranophone instrument that has a drum head and a cord or horsehair passing through it. The home-made lion's roar is a drum that sits on the floor. The cord then makes friction with the drumhead as it is moved back and forth. It makes a noise effect like lion roaring.
According to the Gary D. Cook classification system of musical instruments it is a Chordophone, because it produces sound through the vibration of strings. It can also be classified as a friction drum.
The lion's roar consists of a cylindrical or bucket-shaped vessel with one end open and the other closed with a membrane. A length of cord or gut is fastened through a hole in the centre of the membrane; the cord is resined and rubbed with coarse fabric or a glove, producing a passable imitation of a lion's roar.
In the past this was always a two-handed operation – one hand held the cord taut, the other gripped and slid up the cord, but in the late 20th century Kolberg produced a mounted model, with the cord held taut, requiring only one hand. In another version of the instrument, the end of the string is loosely secured to a wooden handle to form a whirled friction drum.
The Lion's Roar (previously Shambhala Sun) is an independent, bimonthly magazine (in print and online) that offers a nonsectarian view of "Buddhism, Culture, Meditation, and Life". Presented are teachings from the Buddhist and other contemplative traditions, with an emphasis on applying the principles of mindfulness and awareness practices to everyday life. Established in 1995, the magazine is a publication of the independent, nonprofit Lion's Roar Foundation.
In November 2015 the magazine's name was changed to Lion’s Roar.
Distributed internationally, the magazine is based and published in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.
Lion's Roar has a circulation of 80,000 copies, with a readership of several hundred thousand.
The Lion's Roar online archive includes a substantial amount of previously published articles and essays free to the public.
In handing out their Alternative Press Awards in 2007, Utne Reader magazine awarded Shambhala Sun for a fourth time, this year for Best Spiritual Coverage.Utne had this to say about the Shambhala Sun:
Will you look at me?
Take a good look at me,
and tell me who it is that I am.
This old mirror, it is broken,
there's too much drift in the dam.
It's not the world that's spinning, that's me
I go from nowhere to nowhere searching for the key.
There's nothing new under the sun,
all that will happen has already begun.
Will you savor this in your mind,
this old feeling when you're left behind?
Will you hold to this as true,
or will you dance to another tune?
I was watching for a long time
as people crossed the street.
Some heavy sadness weighed upon me
as I sat silent in the car seat.
Shadows with that same look upon their faces,
a child will die that nobody embraces,
everything gets tiresome, every thing grows old,
with each secret revealed, there's another to be told.
Will you savor this in your mind,
this old feeling your left behind?
Will you hold to this as true,
or will you dance to another tune?
Will you look at me?
Take a good look at me,
and tell me who it is that I am.