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OCCASIONAL SONGS: JOY TO THE WORLD
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007. JOY TO THE WORLD. Joy to the world, the Lord has come! Let earth receive her King;. Let every heart prepare Him room,. And heaven and nature sing,. And heaven and nature sing,. And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing. Joy to the world, the Savior reigns! Let men their songs employ;. While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains. Repeat the sounding joy,. Repeat the sounding joy,. Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy. He rules the world with truth and grace,. JINGLE BELL ROCK ...
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OCCASIONAL SONGS: IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007. IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR. It's the most wonderful time of the year. With the kids jingle belling. And everyone telling you "Be of good cheer". It's the most wonderful time of the year. It's the hap-happiest season of all. With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings. When friends come to call. It's the hap- happiest season of all. There'll be parties for hosting. And caroling out in the snow. There'll be scary ghost stories. And tales of the glories of.
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SLOW ROCK TUNES: NEVER SAY GOODBYE
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Friday, December 7, 2007. As I sit in this smokey room. The night about to end. I pass my time with strangers. But this bottle is my only friend. Remember when we used to park. On Butler Street out in the dark. Remember when we lost the keys. And you lost more than that in my back seat baby. Remember when we used to talk. About busting out - we'd break their hearts. Never say goodbye, never say goodbye. You and me and my old friends. Hoping it would never end. Never say goodbye, never say goodbye. ALWAYS...
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SLOW ROCK TUNES: WHEN THE SMOKE IS GOING DOWN
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Wednesday, December 5, 2007. WHEN THE SMOKE IS GOING DOWN. Just when you make your way back home. I find some time to be alone. I go to see the place once more. Just like a thousand nights before. I climb the stage again this night. 8217;cause the place seems still alive. When the smoke is going down. This is the place where I belong. I really love to turn you on. I’ve got your sound still in my ear. While your traces disappear. I climb the stage again this night. 8217;cause the place seems still alive.
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OCCASIONAL SONGS: CHRISTMAS WRAPPING
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007. Bah Hum. No that's too strong! Cause it's my favorite holiday. But all this years been a busy blur. Don't think I have the energy. To add to my already mad rush. Just because it is the season. The perfect gift for me would be. Completions and connections left from last year. World tour, aeroplanes and babies. Met some guys but never the time. Most of 98 was along those lines. So deck the halls and trim those trees. Raise up the cups of Christmas cheer. Because it's R S V P.
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OCCASIONAL SONGS: TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007. TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS. On the first day of Christmas,. My true love sent to me. A partridge in a pear tree. On the second day of Christmas,. My true love sent to me. Two turtle doves,. And a partridge in a pear tree. On the third day of Christmas,. My true love sent to me. Three French hens,. Two turtle doves,. And a partridge in a pear tree. On the fourth day of Christmas,. My true love sent to me. Four calling birds,. Three French hens,. Two turtle doves,. Five golden r...
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OCCASIONAL SONGS: I HEARD THE BELLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007. I HEARD THE BELLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY. 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. Till, ringing singing, on its way,. The world revolved from night to day,. A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,. Of peace on earth, goodwill to men! Of peace on earth, goodwill 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. I HEARD...
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OCCASIONAL SONGS: FROSTY THE SNOWMAN
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007. Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul,. With a corncob pipe and a button nose. And two eyes made out of coal. Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale, they say,. He was made of snow but the children. Know how he came to life one day. There must have been some magic in that. Old silk hat they found. For when they placed it on his head. He began to dance around. O, Frosty the snowman. Was alive as he could be,. And the children say he could laugh. Frosty the snowman knew. ALL I...
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SLOW ROCK TUNES: I CAN'T GET NO SATISFACTION
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Friday, December 7, 2007. I CAN'T GET NO SATISFACTION. I can't get no satisfaction,. I can't get no satisfaction. Cause I try and I try and I try and I try. I can't get no, I can't get no. When I'm drivin' in my car. And that man comes on the radio. And he's tellin' me more and more. About some useless information. Supposed to fire my imagination. I can't get no, oh no no no. Hey hey hey, that's what I say. I can't get no satisfaction,. I can't get no satisfaction. I can't get no, I can't get no. You may...
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SLOW ROCK TUNES: BED OF ROSES
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Friday, December 7, 2007. Sitting here wasted and wounded. At this old piano. Trying hard to capture. The moment this morning I don't know. Cause a bottle of vodka. Is still lodged in my head. And some blond gave me nightmares. I think that she's still in my bed. As I dream about movies. They won't make of me when I'm dead. With an ironclad fist I wake up and. French kiss the morning. While some marching band keeps. Its own beat in my head. About all of the things that I long to believe. To stand in her ...
