Another big news story of year concerned the ecumenical council in rome, known as vatican ii. among the things they did in an attempt to make the church more commercial was to introduce the vernacular language into portions of the mass, to replace latin, and to widen somewhat the range of music permissible in the liturgy, but I feel that if they really want to sell the product, in this secular age,.
To "if you give me your attention.". If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I am.. I'm a brilliant math'matician - also something of a ham..
You are no doubt familiar with songs about the old lamplighter and the old umbrella man and the old garbage collector and all these lovable old characters who go around spreading sweetness and l.
Another familiar type of lovesong is the passionate or fiery variety, usually in tango tempo, in which the singer exhorts his partner to haunt him and taunt him and, if at all possible, to consume.
Now I'd like to turn to the folk song, which has become in recent years the particularly fashionable form of idiocy among the self-styled intellectual. we find that people who deplore the level.
Almost every day during the hunting season you see at least one item in the newspapers about somebody who has shot somebody else, under the impression that he was a deer with a red hat perhaps,.
One type of song that has come into increasing prominence in recent months is the folk-song of protest. you have to admire people who sing these songs. it takes a certain amount of courage to ge.
Now, if I may digress momentarily from the main stream of this evenings symposium, I'd like to sing a song which is completely pointless but which is something I picked up during my career as a.
To "there'll be some changes made".. . You take a function of x and you call it y,. Take any x-nought that you care to try,. You make a little change and call it delta x,.
To the tune of "that's entertainment.". . Counting sheep. When you're trying to sleep,. Being fair. When there's something to share,. Being neat. When you're folding a sheet,.
And they dipped my head in. The water blue. Rat's got a deep scar. Line's owned to you. . On top of her. Once a lame. Rare as stone. Can't feel my leg.
We gather together to ask the lord's blessing. For turkey and dressing and cranberry sauce.. It was slightly distressing but now we're convalescing. So sing praises to his name and forget not to floss..
We look far in the quiet. But we never see. Turn my eye deep inside. But we never say. The spirits fades. . Our fortune from blood. Of the enemy. Nestin' up in the woods.
Verse 1:. . Im moving on far away (far away, far away). Looking for a place to stay (a place to stay, a place to stay). Coz you left me in the cold (In the cold, in the cold).
Looks like it's over, been summer. Looks like it's all going to rut. Looks like you know who your friends. Looks like you know who to trust. . Looks like I'm opening doors now.
Your carpet is blue so that it matches your shoes. It's the way the drains smoke in New York and it's in everything you do. You bashed your head and I found something to do.
Took a trip with some good friends. to lie in the sand. to think some things over. so that I'd understand. but things didn't work out. it's not often that they do.
I've had the time to wonder. about the things that should have been. and thought that I could make it happen. turn a loss. into a win. . But in a world of ageless fancy.
I met a girl last summer. with beauty in her eyes. and in this song we call life. we seemed to harmonize. . And though I didn't know it. my luck began to slide.
I met a girl last summer. with beauty in her eyes. and in this song we call life. we seemed to harmonize. . And though I didn't know it. my luck began to slide.