Christmas songs

From: Keith Nellist <keithnellist_at_iPxkYFK_vft-KVWTPUqS7lfkP-ziOFGXHvLT-sU3Ntp8kSXW_u_zGb_1sIfrqJ3>
Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 04:45:22 -0000


Some Sacred Time songs

All I Want For Christmas Is My Two big tusks

Every body stops
and stares at me
These two tusks are
gone as you can see
I don't know just who
to blame for this catastrophe!
But my one wish on the Ivory Plinth
is as plain as it can be!

All I want from God pig
is my two big tusks,
my two big tusks,
see my two big tusks!

Gee, if I could only
have my two big tusks,
then I could wish you
"Bloody Sacrifice"

It seems so long since I could say,
"Sister Susie sitting on a thistle!"

Gosh oh gee, how happy I'd be,
if I could only whistle (thhhh)

All I want from God Pig
is my two big tusks,
my two big tusks,
see my two big tusks.
Gee, if I could only
have my two big tusks,
then I could wish you
"Bloody Sacrifice!"

To the Tune of Christmas For Cowboys
S. Weisberg (c) 1975

Tall in the saddle we ride Waha's way
Driving the herd beasts cross the wind-battered plains. All of the new fodder eaten today;
Ours is the sky and the wide open range.

Back in the cities, they have different ways, Trollball and newts tails and Peaceful parades. I'll take the blanket; I'll take the reins; Waha's for nomads and wide open plains.

A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night; The stars overhead are the fire witches lights. The wind singers chant as we bow down to pray; Waha's for nomads and the wide open plains.

It's tall in the saddle we ride Waha's way, Driving the herd beasts on the wind battered plains. So many herds have been raided today;
Ours is the sky and the wide open range. It's Waha for nomands and wide open plains.

To the Tune of Frosty the Snow Man

Watchdog of Feroda was a jolly happy soul, With pointy ears and without a nose
and one eye made out of stone
Watchdog of Feroda was a fairy tale, they say, He was made of stone but the wise ones
know how he came to life one day.
There must have been some magic in that
old giant boat they found.
For when they placed it near his head
he began to dance around.
O, Watchdog of Feroda
was alive as he could be,
And the children say he could laugh
and play just the same as you and me.
Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
Look at Watchdog go.
Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
In the valley down below.

Watchdog of Feroda knew
the sun was hot that day,
So he said, "Let's run and
we'll have some fun
now before I melt away."
Down to the River Delta,
with soldiers in his hand,
Running here and there all
around the swamp saying,
Catch me if you can.
He led them down the tidal wash
right to Magastas edge.
And he only paused a moment when
he heard him holler "Stop!"
For Watchdog of Feroda
had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye saying,
"Don't you cry,

I'll be back again some day."
Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
Look at Watchdog go.
Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
In the seas below.            

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