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Walker wrote:Shirley, you jest.

Keep working on that redemption with the suggested modifications.
Then you woke up! Just a dream, just a dream!

Poor cerebral Michael got confused about the definition and purpose of family, as did dopey Fredo.
Purpose, purpose, take your pick, sounds like objects to me, and so my heart bleeds for thee. "Then according to the man that showed his outstretched arm to space, he turned around and pointed revealing all the human race, I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place." You know, he was the brother of, "The Fool on the Hill"

Or so it goes completely (18:41), A ProgRock Classic:

.................................Yes
.........................Close to the Edge
.........................(Anderson/Howe)
................................1973
Jon Anderson - Vocals, light percussion
Steve Howe - Guitars, Pedal Steel Guitar
Rick Wakeman - Moog, Mellotron, various other keyboards
Chris Squire - Bass's
Bill Bruford - Drumkit


.Including:........I The Solid Time Of Change
.....................II Total Mass Retain
.....................III I Get Up I Get Down
.....................IV Seasons Of Man

I The Solid Time Of Change

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour

And assessing points to nowhere leading every single one,
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun
And take away the plain in which we move and choose the course you're
Running down at the edge, Round by the corner.
Not right away
Not right away
Close to the edge, Down by a river
Not right away
Not right away

Crossed a line around the changes of the summer
Reaching out to call the colour of the sky,
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see
Getting over all the time I had to worry
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.

Down at the end
Round by the corner
Close to the edge
Just by the river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up. I get down.
Now that its all over and done
Now that you find, Now that your whole.

II Total Mass Retain

My eyes convinced eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.

Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see
As armored movers took approach to overlook the sea
There since the cord, The license or the reasons we understood will be

Down at the end, close by a river
Close to the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, Down by the corner
Down at the edge, round by a river.

Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all the journey takes you all the way
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.

Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb half way into the void
As we cross from side to side we hear the total mass retain.

Down at the edge
Round by the corner
Close to the end
Down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up. I get down.

III I Get Up I Get Down

In her white lace you could clearly see
the lady sadly looking saying that she'd take the blame
for the crucifiction of her own domain.

I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

Two million people barely satisfy
Two hundred women watch one woman cry
Too late.

The eyes of honesty can achieve......She would coil their said amazement
How many millions do we deceive....of her story asking only interest
Each day?.................................could be laid upon the children
............................................of her domain.

I get up . I get down.
I get up . I get down.

In charge of who is there in charge of me......She could clearly see the lady
Do I look on blindly and say I see................sadly looking saying that she'd take the blame
The way?............................................for the crucifiction of her own domain.

The truth is written all along the page........ She would coil their said amazement
How old will I be before I come of age.........of her story asking only interest
For you?............................................could be laid upon the children
......................................................of her domain.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

IV Seasons Of Man

The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes,
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man so it seems,
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develope time lost social temperance rules above.

Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed revealing all the human race,
I shook my head and smiled a whisper knowing all about the place.

On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark

Close to the edge, down by a river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by
Now that its all over and done
Called to the seed right to the sun
Now that you find now that you're whole
Seasons will pass you by.

I get up.
I get down.

I get up.
I get down.

I get up.

I get down.


Diamond Needle and Me wore the grooves off this vinyl.
I had a Techniques semi-auto/manual, direct drive, heaver platter, strobe adjusted speed, pickering cartridge, with stereohedron stylus, tracking at no more than one gram.
Not much, but it served me well! Now a polycarbonate optical disc lover, backed up to a computer HD.

Return to Forever, MUSICMAGIC
Tubas, trumpets, the works. Simple lyrics, masterful music.
Which was the why of my bringing them up; at least one thing we have in common!
An awesome tune until the singing starts. Yeah, and I prefer realism/idealism over impressionism too!

And since I have a much wider view ; thanks for sharing the link.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAlilIp ... WB&index=2


Hello Again (A Stanley Clarke tune)
Vocals – The lovely and ethereal Gayle Moran
So hello my friend
Good to see you again
You’ve been gone for awhile
Now you’re back
And I’m so glad you are here.

Edit: Sorry people, I fixed the Jon/Chris rounds section of the "I Get Up, I Get Down" section. [Jon is left (plain) and Chris is right (italicized)]

Walker wrote:You know why I like You, marjoram_blues?

1. You are not a nag.

2. You have the sense to just get on with it.


Men who are nags ... It's just distasteful.

Walker, I appreciate positive feedback. I think the question of nagging is not given nearly enough philosophical attention. See u in the sex forum ?
As to the likeability of anyone, it should be irrelevant... but its effects on how a discussion progresses can't be denied.
The music thread...who knew that it could get so competitive.
In future, if you use me as a way to get to someone else, I will take my revenge.

Thanks for the reminder, SOB. "Close to the Edge" is one of my favourite albums of all time and yet I haven't played it in years. I've got it on right now, even as we speak, and Yes indeed, it's still a timeless work.

SpheresOfBalance wrote:

Walker wrote:Shirley, you jest.

Keep working on that redemption with the suggested modifications.
Then you woke up! Just a dream, just a dream!

Poor cerebral Michael got confused about the definition and purpose of family, as did dopey Fredo.
Purpose, purpose, take your pick, sounds like objects to me, and so my heart bleeds for thee. "Then according to the man that showed his outstretched arm to space, he turned around and pointed revealing all the human race, I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place." You know, he was the brother of, "The Fool on the Hill"

Or so it goes completely (18:41), A ProgRock Classic:

.................................Yes
.........................Close to the Edge
.........................(Anderson/Howe)
................................1973
Jon Anderson - Vocals, light percussion
Steve Howe - Guitars, Pedal Steel Guitar
Rick Wakeman - Moog, Mellotron, various other keyboards
Chris Squire - Bass's
Bill Bruford - Drumkit


.Including:........I The Solid Time Of Change
.....................II Total Mass Retain
.....................III I Get Up I Get Down
.....................IV Seasons Of Man

I The Solid Time Of Change

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour

And assessing points to nowhere leading every single one,
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun
And take away the plain in which we move and choose the course you're
Running down at the edge, Round by the corner.
Not right away
Not right away
Close to the edge, Down by a river
Not right away
Not right away

Crossed a line around the changes of the summer
Reaching out to call the colour of the sky,
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see
Getting over all the time I had to worry
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.

Down at the end
Round by the corner
Close to the edge
Just by the river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up. I get down.
Now that its all over and done
Now that you find, Now that your whole.

II Total Mass Retain

My eyes convinced eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.

Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see
As armored movers took approach to overlook the sea
There since the cord, The license or the reasons we understood will be

Down at the end, close by a river
Close to the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, Down by the corner
Down at the edge, round by a river.

Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all the journey takes you all the way
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.

Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb half way into the void
As we cross from side to side we hear the total mass retain.

Down at the edge
Round by the corner
Close to the end
Down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up. I get down.

III I Get Up I Get Down

In her white lace you could clearly see
the lady sadly looking saying that she'd take the blame
for the crucifiction of her own domain.

I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

Two million people barely satisfy
Two hundred women watch one woman cry
Too late.

The eyes of honesty can achieve......She would coil their said amazement
How many millions do we deceive....of her story asking only interest
Each day?.................................could be laid upon the children
............................................of her domain.

I get up . I get down.
I get up . I get down.

In charge of who is there in charge of me She could clearly see the lady
Do I look on blindly and say I see sadly looking saying that she'd take the blame
The way? for the crucifiction of her own domain.

The truth is written all along the page She would coil their said amazement
How old will I be before I come of age of her story asking only interest
For you? could be laid upon the children
of her domain.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

IV Seasons Of Man

The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes,
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man so it seems,
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develope time lost social temperance rules above.

Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed revealing all the human race,
I shook my head and smiled a whisper knowing all about the place.

On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark

Close to the edge, down by a river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by
Now that its all over and done
Called to the seed right to the sun
Now that you find now that you're whole
Seasons will pass you by.

I get up.
I get down.

I get up.
I get down.

I get up.

I get down.


Diamond Needle and Me wore the grooves off this vinyl.
I had a Techniques semi-auto/manual, direct drive, heaver platter, strobe adjusted speed, pickering cartridge, with stereohedron stylus, tracking at no more than one gram.
Not much, but it served me well! Now a polycarbonate optical disc lover, backed up to a computer HD.

Return to Forever, MUSICMAGIC
Tubas, trumpets, the works. Simple lyrics, masterful music.
Which was the why of my bringing them up; at least one thing we have in common!
An awesome tune until the singing starts. Yeah, and I prefer realism/idealism over impressionism too!

And since I have a much wider view ; thanks for sharing the link.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAlilIp ... WB&index=2


Hello Again (A Stanley Clarke tune)
Vocals – The lovely and ethereal Gayle Moran
So hello my friend
Good to see you again
You’ve been gone for awhile
Now you’re back
And I’m so glad you are here.

Thank you for all those words, the time it took, the cut and paste, the pretty red color, the clever comments.

Chick and gang would be happy to know that they are good because you have picked them.

The Godfather is a movie, Technics makes turntables, and green goes with red at Christmas.

marjoram_blues wrote:

Walker wrote:You know why I like You, marjoram_blues?

1. You are not a nag.

2. You have the sense to just get on with it.


Men who are nags ... It's just distasteful.

Walker, I appreciate positive feedback. I think the question of nagging is not given nearly enough philosophical attention. See u in the sex forum ?
As to the likeability of anyone, it should be irrelevant... but its effects on how a discussion progresses can't be denied.
The music thread...who knew that it could get so competitive.
In future, if you use me as a way to get to someone else, I will take my revenge.

Nagging is not sexing, it’s hounding, and though I’m not “getting at anyone,” thanks for the tip concerning your world of revenge.

Any music for your words?

Walker wrote:

marjoram_blues wrote:

Walker wrote:You know why I like You, marjoram_blues?

1. You are not a nag.

2. You have the sense to just get on with it.


Men who are nags ... It's just distasteful.

Walker, I appreciate positive feedback. I think the question of nagging is not given nearly enough philosophical attention. See u in the sex forum ?
As to the likeability of anyone, it should be irrelevant... but its effects on how a discussion progresses can't be denied.
The music thread...who knew that it could get so competitive.
In future, if you use me as a way to get to someone else, I will take my revenge.

Nagging is not sexing, it’s hounding, and though I’m not “getting at anyone,” thanks for the tip concerning your world of revenge.

Any music for your words?

Kiss me, honey, honey, kiss me

marjoram_blues wrote:
Kiss me, honey, honey, kiss me

That’s a saucy little cha cha cha.
Shirley Bassey sings it on youtube.

Do you think would it be competition or upsmanship if I would post a Shirley Bassey tune or a bossa nova that I like?

Walker wrote:

SpheresOfBalance wrote:

Walker wrote:Shirley, you jest.

Keep working on that redemption with the suggested modifications.
Then you woke up! Just a dream, just a dream!

Poor cerebral Michael got confused about the definition and purpose of family, as did dopey Fredo.
Purpose, purpose, take your pick, sounds like objects to me, and so my heart bleeds for thee. "Then according to the man that showed his outstretched arm to space, he turned around and pointed revealing all the human race, I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place." You know, he was the brother of, "The Fool on the Hill"

Or so it goes completely (18:41), A ProgRock Classic:

.................................Yes
.........................Close to the Edge
.........................(Anderson/Howe)
................................1973
Jon Anderson - Vocals, light percussion
Steve Howe - Guitars, Pedal Steel Guitar
Rick Wakeman - Moog, Mellotron, various other keyboards
Chris Squire - Bass's
Bill Bruford - Drumkit


.Including:........I The Solid Time Of Change
.....................II Total Mass Retain
.....................III I Get Up I Get Down
.....................IV Seasons Of Man

I The Solid Time Of Change

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour

And assessing points to nowhere leading every single one,
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun
And take away the plain in which we move and choose the course you're
Running down at the edge, Round by the corner.
Not right away
Not right away
Close to the edge, Down by a river
Not right away
Not right away

Crossed a line around the changes of the summer
Reaching out to call the colour of the sky,
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see
Getting over all the time I had to worry
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.

Down at the end
Round by the corner
Close to the edge
Just by the river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up. I get down.
Now that its all over and done
Now that you find, Now that your whole.

II Total Mass Retain

My eyes convinced eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.

Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see
As armored movers took approach to overlook the sea
There since the cord, The license or the reasons we understood will be

Down at the end, close by a river
Close to the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, Down by the corner
Down at the edge, round by a river.

Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all the journey takes you all the way
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.

Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb half way into the void
As we cross from side to side we hear the total mass retain.

Down at the edge
Round by the corner
Close to the end
Down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up. I get down.

III I Get Up I Get Down

In her white lace you could clearly see
the lady sadly looking saying that she'd take the blame
for the crucifiction of her own domain.

I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

Two million people barely satisfy
Two hundred women watch one woman cry
Too late.

The eyes of honesty can achieve......She would coil their said amazement
How many millions do we deceive....of her story asking only interest
Each day?.................................could be laid upon the children
............................................of her domain.

I get up . I get down.
I get up . I get down.

In charge of who is there in charge of me......She could clearly see the lady
Do I look on blindly and say I see................sadly looking saying that she'd take the blame
The way?............................................for the crucifiction of her own domain.

The truth is written all along the page........ She would coil their said amazement
How old will I be before I come of age.........of her story asking only interest
For you?............................................could be laid upon the children
......................................................of her domain.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

IV Seasons Of Man

The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes,
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man so it seems,
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develope time lost social temperance rules above.

Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed revealing all the human race,
I shook my head and smiled a whisper knowing all about the place.

On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark

Close to the edge, down by a river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by
Now that its all over and done
Called to the seed right to the sun
Now that you find now that you're whole
Seasons will pass you by.

I get up.
I get down.

I get up.
I get down.

I get up.

I get down.


Diamond Needle and Me wore the grooves off this vinyl.
I had a Techniques semi-auto/manual, direct drive, heaver platter, strobe adjusted speed, pickering cartridge, with stereohedron stylus, tracking at no more than one gram.
Not much, but it served me well! Now a polycarbonate optical disc lover, backed up to a computer HD.

Return to Forever, MUSICMAGIC
Tubas, trumpets, the works. Simple lyrics, masterful music.
Which was the why of my bringing them up; at least one thing we have in common!
An awesome tune until the singing starts. Yeah, and I prefer realism/idealism over impressionism too!

And since I have a much wider view ; thanks for sharing the link.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAlilIp ... WB&index=2


Hello Again (A Stanley Clarke tune)
Vocals – The lovely and ethereal Gayle Moran
So hello my friend
Good to see you again
You’ve been gone for awhile
Now you’re back
And I’m so glad you are here.

Thank you for all those words, the time it took, the cut and paste, the pretty red color, the clever comments.

Chick and gang would be happy to know that they are good because you have picked them.

The Godfather is a movie, Technics makes turntables, and green goes with red at Christmas.

Not everything's about you, and this was for the music (my love). That you noticed it might only be for your edification, your choice.
Thanks for the FYI: as to the Godfather, I was playing with you, as to Technics, I was too lazy to look up the spelling and decided to use the word that I believed they were playing with when coming up with their name, as to Christmas colors, I'm glad you added to the festive nature of this time, thanks.

Not that you necessarily care, but I fixed the lyrics rounds section in the "I Get Up, I Get Down" section, the formating made me dizzy. Jon's is on the left (plain) while Chris's part is on the right (italicized). Sorry about the jumbled first exposure to a ProgRock Classic, I had a brain fart!


Leo! Glad I helped rekindle one of your loves, I hope the wall of sound washed over and embraced you as surely they intended. Of course the entire album is wonderful, "And You and I" & "Siberian Kahtru," wow! The album was a ProgRock masterpiece IMHO. Yes was in fact my favorite band for many years after I heard them play "Close to the Edge" on their "Tales from Topographic Oceans" tour in 1974. I was higher than a kite, MJ my choice, but our next door fan offered a wine skin filled with wine spiked with LSD, as Yes would sing, on their upcoming Relayer album, "I felt the sound!" It was the most beautiful concert experience to that date, and for many years to follow. And please don't underestimate Yes's contribution, as I wasn't really that far gone, actually just right, as I could vividly remember everything the next day! Nothing at all like the subsequent Black Sabbath concert. I seriously regret some of my overindulgences, many attributed to spirits.

I'm really glad you enjoyed it, PEACE, my friend!

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be, SOB, but the acid rock of that era came at just the right time for a young man on a resolute road to contrarianism. They were good times which I still recall with great fondness and although it was the British bands who were leading the charge in terms of musical creativity it was also the protest music of the American West Coast counter-culture scene which had a great influence on me. When these revelations come to you at just the right time in your life they leave a lasting impression even as the imperatives of the real world ultimately blunt the edges of the associated radicalism. I even dug out my triple album live set of Woodstock yesterday for a trip down memory lane. What a pathetic old fucker I've turned into, heh?

Obvious Leo wrote:Nostalgia isn't what it used to be, SOB, but the acid rock of that era came at just the right time for a young man on a resolute road to contrarianism. They were good times which I still recall with great fondness and although it was the British bands who were leading the charge in terms of musical creativity it was also the protest music of the American West Coast counter-culture scene which had a great influence on me. When these revelations come to you at just the right time in your life they leave a lasting impression even as the imperatives of the real world ultimately blunt the edges of the associated radicalism. I even dug out my triple album live set of Woodstock yesterday for a trip down memory lane. What a pathetic old fucker I've turned into, heh?

On all counts, preaching to the choir my friend, preaching to the choir! And a big AMEN to you!
Contrarianism, eh? How about "OnesOpenedMindsEyesIsm!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2X0JzlO8SM

-Imp

Impenitent wrote:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2X0JzlO8SM

-Imp

Thanks Imp, but that one is already on my playlist!

Here are the lyrics for those that want a preview prior to linking:

When I was small I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas
Open my presents and I'd be glad

But the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor

They said:
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys.
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Don't give my sister a cuddly toy
We don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real McCoy

Father Christmas, give us some money
We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys

But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one
He's got lots of mouths to feed
But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

Have yourself a merry merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin'
While you're drinkin' down your wine

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Father Christmas, please hand it over
We'll beat you up, so don't make us annoyed

Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

Here you go, my friend, PEACE!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7t9yAeLjxvY

They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth
But instead it just kept on raining
A veil of tears for the VIRGIN BIRTH
I remember one Christmas morning
A winters light and a distant choir
And the peal of a bell and that Christmas Tree smell
AND EYES full of tinsel and fire

They sold me a dream of Christmas
They sold me a Silent Night
And they told me a fairy story
'Till I believed in the Israelite
And I believed in Father Christmas
And I looked to the sky with excited eyes
'Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn
And I saw him and through his disguise

I wish you a hopeful Christmas
I wish you a brave New Year
All anguish pain and sadness
Leave your heart and let your road be clear
They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth
Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell
The Christmas we get we deserve

ELP Awesome!

Then there's this one:

Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed,
where a mother held her baby.
You'd do well to remember the things He later said.
When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,
you'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making
that Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry,
and how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song.

(Hey! Santa! Pass us that bottle, will you?)

Ian Anderson on mandolin, awesome! (Sorry people this video cuts off the final line! I guess he didn't get Ian's joke)

Two More (John and Paul):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXaLu7bvke8

(Happy Christmas, Kyoko
Happy Christmas, Julian)

So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
A new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas (War is Over, if you want it, war is over now)repeat with verse
For weak and for strong
The rich and the poor ones
The road is so long
So happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas (War is over, if you want it, war is over now) repeat with verse
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
And we hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
War is over, if you want it
War is over now

Merry Christmas
Happy Christmas

AND:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMhMekfIyos

THE MOOD IS RIGHT, THE SPIRIT'S UP,
WE'RE HERE TONIGHT AND THAT'S ENOUGH.
SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMASTIME,
SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIME.

THE PARTY'S ON, THE FEELING'S HERE,
THAT ONLY COMES THIS TIME OF YEAR.
SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMASTIME,
SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIME.

LOVE CHOIR OF CHILDREN SING THEIR SONG.

DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG, DING,
OO-OO-OO-OO,
OO-OO-OO-OO-OO
DOO-DOO, DOO-DOO, DOO, DOO.

WE'RE SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMASTIME,
SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIME.

LOVE CHOIR OF CHILDREN SING THEIR SONG.
THEY'VE PRACTISED ALL YEAR LONG.

DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG,
DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG.

THE PARTY'S ON, THE SPIRIT'S UP,
WE'RE HERE TONIGHT AND THAT'S ENOUGH.
OO-OO, SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMASTIME,
WE'RE SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIME.

OH,
OH YEAH.

(A WONDERFUL CHRISTMASTIME)
(OO-OO-OO)

THE MOOD IS RIGHT, THE SPIRIT'S UP,
WE'RE HERE TONIGHT AND THAT'S ENOUGH.
WE'RE SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMASTIME,
SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIME,
SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIME.

OH, OH, OH, OH,
OH, OH, OH,
FOR CHRISTMASTIME,
CHRISTMASTIME.