The Atheist Christmas Carol

I’ve posted this before, but it bears repeating.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, everyone.

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Vienna Teng: The Atheist Christmas Carol

It’s the season of grace coming out of the void
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance
It’s the season of possible miracle cures
Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
Where time begins to fade
And age is welcome home

It’s the season of eyes meeting over the noise
And holding fast with sharp realization
It’s the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
You are safe here you know now

Don’t forget
Don’t forget I love
I love
I love you

It’s the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It’s the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear
Not alone in the dark

Don’t forget
Don’t forget I love
I love
I love you

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Five from Philip Jeays

Philip Jeays’ songs are by turns bitter, funny, sad, and touching. His web site has more songs and downloadable MP3s.

Death Bed

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Oh To Be a God

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Seven Signs of Ageing

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Love and Marriage

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We Can Fly

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The Joy of Patter

All my life I’ve loved and collected songs that have quick, intelligent, and tongue-twisty lyrics. Back in 2005 I even started a thread on Ask Metafilter requesting recommendations for such songs. But I only recently learned that this style of lyricism has a name: the patter song. Here is a selection of patter songs old and new on YouTube. All are safe for work and fun for kids.

I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General — Pirates of Penzance

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Rock Island — The Music Man

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Hardware Store — Weird Al Yankovic

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Pinch Me — Barenaked Ladies

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The Name Game — Shirley Ellis
Mad Dogs and Englishmen — Noel Coward
One Week — Barenaked Ladies
The Elements — Tom Lehrer
Yakko’s World — Animaniacs
The Presidents — Animaniacs
State Capitols — Animaniacs
Be Careful What You Eat — Animaniacs
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious — Mary Poppins
It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) — R.E.M.
• We Didn’t Start the Fire — Billy Joel [official vid] [slide show]
Life is a Rock (But the Radio Rolled Me) — Reunion

More? Here is Wikipedia’s list of patter songs.

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Honeycut: Exodus Honey

If you’re a Mac person who’s upgraded Mac OS X 10.5 (“Leopard”), you’ve encountered this snazzy opening video after you rebooted:

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Turns out the equally snazzy grooves are by the bay area band, Honeycut, who Apple tapped for a cut down version of their song, Exodus Honey. Here it is in full:

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How does the brain
Connect with the body
How does it wake from a dream
Go book another show
I don’t want to know what’s happening

I’m not here with you
I see your lips are moving too
And they can talk and talk
I think we might be having a blast

Presently I’m gone
Somewhere on a long celestial sleepwalk
How do you make
A life out of nothing
And make nothing out of your life

Blink
I don’t want to wake
I just want to take siestas all day

I say stop the war
I’m glad I still wanna have my car
So I can drink and drive
I can’t believe I’m still alive

Talking on the phone
Asking if we had a good time last night

How does the brain
Connect with the body
How does it wake from a dream

And we will hurt nobody for the love of money
We can find our way without so much pain
Take me there
Take me honey
Let me love you again

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Dead Can Dance: Severance

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Severance:
The birds of leaving call to us,
Yet here we stand
Endowed with the fear of flight.

Overland
The winds of change consume the land,
While we remain
In the shadow of summers now past.

When all the leaves
Have fallen and turned to dust,
Will we remain
Entrenched within our ways.

Indifference:
The plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs
In the shapes of things to come.

(Tomorrow’s child is the only child.)

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Dead can Dance: Fortune Presents Gifts Not According to the Book

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Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
Fortune presents gifts not according to the book

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

What various paths are followed in distributing honors and possessions
She gives awards to some and penitents’ cloaks to others

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

Sometimes she robs the chief goatherd of his cottage and and goatpen
And to whomever she fancies the lamest goat has born two kids

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

Because in a village a poor lad has stolen one egg
He swings in the sun and another gets away with a thousand crimes

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

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Carl Orff: O Fortuna

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O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!

O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
and waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.

Fate – monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.

Fate is against me
in health
and virtue,
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the string man,
everyone weep with me!

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