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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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Soul-Junk - Break Forth
02:39
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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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Ortolan - Silent Light
02:35
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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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