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A Familyre Christmas - Volume 5

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In a town in Central Florida where the orange trees grow thick and my mother always waves a warm hello. Right about around thanksgiving people start to go insane for the lack of sleds and sleighbells in the snow. And they say "na na nana na nana na nana na na na nana na na na na na na" Well they start with plastic soldiers hung from every vacant lamp to enforce the seasons greetings on the town. Then the law enforced officials kick the children off the street for a grand parade of marching bands and clowns. And they say "na na nana na nana na nana na na na nana na na na na na na" My friend Ashley says "I'm going to LA where at least they own the weather that they have" My friend Rowelyn just kissed Andrew on the mouth so I kicked him in the shins. I kicked him in the shins. Merry Christmas. Well I can't take all the action that the holidays require so I'm moving to the Everglades today where I'll eat with alligators, be protected by Greenpeace in an ecosystem threatened by decay And I'll say "na na nana na nana na nana na na na nana na na na na na na"
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Lyrics from Luke 2
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make room in my heart, little Lord Bethlehem in such hurry silence your hearts before God recall your still and smallish self be lessened you restless meanderer consider the beasts of the field the grey calling goose on the wind's ribboned wire arced feathers withdraw at her sojourn's retire makes her body lie down in the warm golden straw make room in my heart, little Lord
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piece of ribbon on the ground slide the paper slightly round won't take too long of tooth & short on sound feel your heart begins the pound won't break you paint a face back on the clown revelation's got you down, still shakes through time had lost what i had found tie a ribbon on a frown won't make you as long as i forget i'll never have to make it up rip it up direct, surprise inside my jugular the secret's where i left, it slipped away like dracula as long as i forget i'll never have to make it up miles of paper all around bows and ribbons sit in mounds, all raked through stockings drop in tinsel town pass it out the gift is found, can't fake you jars of memory by the pound i could never hold it down, need breakthru sucks the air & kills the sound slide the paper slightly round, now take two as long as i forget i'll never have to make it up rip it up direct, surprise inside my trachea the secret's where i left, it slipped away like dracula as long as i forget i'll never have to make it up
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To think the words could come and feelings reattach To work against the gun to breathe at home at last We're counting all our blessings to work with-gainst the past to see the sun returning to its highest place at last Chirping bird on the table back I want to see where you will go I am the son of a carpenter, can we really still be known? I hope your hands are strong I hope your heart is mild I hope the world is wrong, You've become a little child We're counting all our blessings We've always filled the cask to see the sun returning to its highest place at last My heart's on fire with a burning I don't know if it will last to reach the sound, the returning it is moving very fast I hope your hands are strong I hope your heart is mild I hope the world is wrong, You've become a little child
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, and wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men."
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Angles speak with them Spirit moves Holding Christ in her virgin womb Jesus save us Son of David Son of Almighty God Travel distant and foreign land To birth the savior of man Jesus save us Son of David Son of Almighty God
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Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o’er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heavenly song? Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Come to Bethlehem and see Him Whose birth the angels sing; Come, adore on bended knee, Christ the Lord, the newborn King. Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Gloria, in excelsis Deo! See Him in a manger laid Jesus Lord of heaven and earth; Mary, Joseph, lend your aid, With us sing our Savior's birth. Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
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O, Boy, it’s Christmas…promises were made O, Boy, it’s Christmastime, will we make the grade? It’s time for us to be happy…time to ring those bells Time to play like we’re children on a sleigh Time to laugh out-loud It’s time for me to remember…I have a friend like you Time for me to say something sweet, something kind and true Time to write you that letter…and call you on the phone Tell you plainly, “I’m so sorry…will you please come back home?” O, Boy, it’s Christmas…promises were made O, Boy, it’s Christmas time, will we make the grade? c. 2012 New Jerusalem Music
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The holly and the ivy, When they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown O the rising of the sun And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir The holly bears a blossom As white as lily flower And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To be our sweet Saviour O the rising of the sun And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir The holly bears a berry As red as any blood And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To do poor sinners good O the rising of the sun And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas Day in the morn. O the rising of the sun And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir The holly bears a bark As bitter as any gall; And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ For to redeem us all. O the rising of the sun And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir
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There's something I have to tell you, There's something I have to say, Something about Christmas that will fill you with dismay.... You're on the naughty list You're on the naughty list You're on the naughty list Sorry that it came to this, but you're on the naughty list! Sorry if you find your stocking Full of dirty coal, Santa won't read your letter up in the North Pole. You're on the naughty list You're on the naughty list You're on the naughty list Sorry that it came to this, but you're on the naughty list! Naughty Guy: I found coal in my stocking And people are a mocking About how I've been acting And now I'm really sad. Elves: Yes sir, yes sir, we have heard the word. And no sir, no sir, it wasn't spread by a mockingbird. By the way we have to say that what you did Was not okay, was not okay, was not okay! You're on the naughty list You're on the naughty list.......
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Go, tell it on the mountain, Over the hills and everywhere Go, tell it on the mountain, That Jesus Christ is born. While shepherds kept their watching o’er silent flocks by night, Behold, throughout the heavens There shone a holy light The shepherds feared and trembled, When lo! above the earth, Rang out the angels chorus That hailed our Savior's birth. Down in a lowly manger The humble Christ was born And God sent us salvation That blessed Christmas morn.
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The candles are lit and the sun has gone down I put on my dress Mamma said it was time She's been rushing around to make us a feast The church bells are ringing Incense is burning dishes have been cleared We join hands in a circle We sing around the tree I peaked underneath and I think I saw my name Our joy fills the room There is something in the air the sent of Christmas La la la It is Christmas
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God Himself is with us; Let us all adore Him, And with awe appear before Him. God is here within us; Souls in silence fear Him, Humbly, fervently draw near Him. Now His own who have known God, in worship lowly, Yield their spirits wholly. Gladly, Lord, we offer Thine to be forever, Soul and life and each endeavor. Help us to surrender Earth’s deceitful treasures, Pride of life, and sinful pleasures: Thou alone shalt be known Lord of all our being, Life’s true way decreeing. Thou pervadest all things; Let thy radiant beauty Light mine eyes to see my duty. As the tender flowers eagerly unfold them, To the sunlight calmly hold them; So let me quietly in Thy rays imbue me; Let Thy light shine through me. Come, abide within me; Let my soul, like Mary, Be Thine earthly sanctuary. Come, indwelling Spirit, With transfigured splendor; Love and honor will I render. Where I go here below, Let me bow before Thee, Know Thee and adore Thee.
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Lully, lullay, O tiny Child, Bye, bye, lully, lullay. O sisters too, how may we do, For to preserve this day This poor youngling for whom we do sing Bye, bye, lully, lullay. Herod, the king, in his raging, Charged he hath this day His men of might, in his own sight, All young children to slay. That woe is me, poor Child for Thee! And ever mourn and sigh, For thy parting neither say nor sing, Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
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busting out monotonies sliding down isosceles broken off the top of these and offer sweet hypotheses they sippin it like socrates we copping this as congolese cerulean piranha feed costing us some synthesese & nip disease before it tucks & bites around its tattered luck the stick was stuck but jostled loose & hooked it up to split the noose the cutting edge sitting goose the rubber band hypotenuse launched us out beyond the truce the truth is beauteous in sooth the light that shines sight divine this night was time to spill the wine i dig it deep i peep the vine his blood was drenched up high the sign the rocks were shook the book was signed i testified his life was mine the grapes were crushed the bread was broke stoked the flame & paid the fine
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I am a pilgrim and a stranger Travelin' through this weary land. I've got a home in that yonder city, But it's not made by hand. I'm goin' down to the river Jordan Just to bathe my soul If I can touch the hem of His garment I believe it'll make me whole. I am a pilgrim, and a stranger Travelin' through this weary land.. I've got a home in that yonder city But it's not made by hand. My vision blurs at the crossroads. I cannot see the way to go. But I hear footsteps, someone is coming And if it's you, Lord lead me home... This cloud of witness, its eyes are on me On every move of my soul. Your love has covered, and I'm grateful, Covered all my journey home
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Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace Silent night, holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight Glories stream from heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia! Christ, the Saviour is born Christ, the Saviour is born Silent night, holy night Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from Thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth

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Every morning from now (December 17th) through Christmas Eve Eve (December 23rd), brand new songs from Sounds Familyre family and friends will be awaiting you at the base of the official SF interwebal Concolor Fir (or Blue Spruce, or Austrian Pine, or Leyland Cypress - whatever your virtual yuletide preference). New sonic treats every day!

On December 23, the complete Volume 5 will be available for download. All proceeds from the sale of 'A Familyre Christmas - Volume 5' (along with all past 'Familyre Christmas' compilations) will be donated to The Red Cross for the victims of Hurricane Sandy. Let's spread some Christmas cheer and lend a helping hand!

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released December 17, 2012

Artwork by Ansa Stamper
Mastering by Daniel C. Smith

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