Semi-official word from Maddy’s Place:
Okay. We’re still sorting stuff out but I can tell you that we definitely have:
… in our grubby little mitts at the moment.
This figure may get higher. It shouldn’t be less.
As I said in the comments over there… EVERYBODY MAMBO!
(wait, the good stuff’s at about 0:57)
This cracked me up so. much. OMG
UPDATE 12/6/07 – Who knew a post about Advent and Christmas songs would be a top Google hit? Not me! So for those of you looking for, you know, the WORDS to these songs, try the 1982 Episcopal Church Hymnal. Also please to be seeing companion post Advent and Christmas Songs I F’n Hate
This list is going to be rather larger.
- God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen: It says it all in the first verse. No, really, I mean it says it all in the first verse—
God rest ye merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ, our Saviour,
Was born upon this day
To save us all from Satan’s power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
comfort and joy;
O tidings of comfort and joy!
- On Jordan’s Bank the Baptist’s Cry: It’s pretty. What? I need a better reason?
- Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus: It has the same trouble with tied notes as The First Noel but doesn’t succumb to the dragging as much. *shrug*
- It Came Upon the Midnight Clear: Bing Crosby, imo, did the best version of this.
- On This Day, Earth Shall Ring: I will ‘fess up, I love this song for the ‘i-de-oooo!” part in the refrain.
- Good Christian Men, Rejoice: You cannot slack on this one. You have to sing it like you believe it. And even if you’re not feeling it, there’s no way you can sing this song without believing, just for a few minutes.
- Go! Tell it on the Mountain!: I know, I know, that’s not how it’s punctuated in the hymnal. BUT THAT’S HOW IT SHOULD BE PUNCTUATED!
- Joy to the World! The Lord is Come: Hah! That IS how it’s punctuated in the hymnal. Also, a descant that’s easily accesible to all voices. YAY! INCLUSIVE DESCANT!
UPDATE 12/6/07 – Who knew a post about Advent and Christmas songs would be a top Google hit? Not me! So for those of you looking for, you know, the WORDS to these songs, try the 1982 Episcopal Church Hymnal. Also please to be seeing companion post Advent and Christmas Songs I F’n Love
Just for the record:
- Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming: I hate this song with the passion of a thousand firey suns. It sucks so hard that the gravitational pull of the earth increases by a significant fraction at the locus of the congregation that is singing it.
- The First Noel: This song has never, no never, no never been sung properly in a group of more than two people. It’s those stupid tied note slides, is what it is. You want to drag those puppies out and the song has to keep a fairly brisk pace to sound right.
- Lo, He Comes With Clouds Descending: Oooh, icky. I hate the melody. I hate anything that throws you unsuspecting into the stratosphere, though, because I feel it shifts my voice into somethng that’s not pretty (although all my choir directors feel otherwise).
- Love Came Down at Christmas: :P. And you can quote me on that. It’s like Hallmark bribed the 1982 editors.
- Away in a Manger: I’d rather have dental surgery without anaesthetic than sing this song. It’s glurge-ariffic and espouses being a good little kidlet for your mommy and daddy and not whining and doing as you’re told NO MATTER WHAT and that makes me want to puke.
- Once in David’s Royal City: No, thank you. I’d rather sing Away in a Manger.
- In the Bleak Midwinter: Dude. I grew up in CALIFORNIA. I don’t know from frosty winds. Well, I didn’t until I moved to Oregon. BUT ANYWAY– Stupid song. Stupid lyrics. I hate it. Make it go away now, kthxbai.
I keep forgetting. And then I remember. And then I start freaking out. And then my brain represses. Dal capo.
I may-possibly be doing some cantoring at Easter. In Latin. When my parents will be visiting. My parents, who are still horrified their good, snake-belly low Methodist daughter wound up a smelly-belly Anglo-Catholic.
*freaks right the ever-living frell out*
You ever get that feeling that the music director has picked hymns just to piss you off?
This is a rare problem at A Certain Church, because the music director is a sensible man, who won’t make us sing some of the funkier, syncopated songs out of Lift Every Voice and Sing II because he realises what a train wreck the congregation will make out of it. Oddly enough, this also applies to #6 in LEVAS II, which is Lift Every Voice and Sing.
Well, we had a combined event this weekend, and the other parish got to pick the music.
Shine, Jesus, Shine was the closing hymn.
I do not sing Shine, Jesus, Shine.
I just don’t. And you can’t make me.