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Paul
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« Reply #40 on: November 27, 2008, 07:30:45 PM »



If you read it though, it is the Harold Darke version, not the Holst version that everybody knows.

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« Reply #41 on: November 27, 2008, 07:39:41 PM »


Really? Incredible!

I seem to contradict both the popular vote and the experts. My only consolation is that I can think of myself as a rebel (but there really isn't much of a cachet in being a rebel in the Christmas-carol-appreciation-world. Not very rock 'n' roll.)  

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In Dulci Jubilo! Now you're talking. My favourite.

You don't look like a rebel to me, Smith.
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Sweet synchronicity


« Reply #42 on: November 27, 2008, 07:41:07 PM »




If you read it though, it is the Harold Darke version, not the Holst version that everybody knows.

Paul



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« Reply #43 on: November 28, 2008, 04:36:32 PM »





If you read it though, it is the Harold Darke version, not the Holst version that everybody knows.

Paul



Oh b****r, scrap my post then... Tongue Angry


Not at all! They're reasonably similar tunes. They've got fairly similar rhythm, written to fit the words naturally, and they both rise to a long note on "bleak" and have a bit of a pause at the end of each line. Nice and easy to sing, anyway.. The difference is that in the Holst the climax of the tune is on the last "snow" while in the Darke it's on the second "midwinter". Paul'll have some music, won't you?  

Anyway, i liked the rest of the list.. I went through it muttering "yey!" or "bleargh" as the mood took me. Funny how sometimes you can almost disagree with yourself..        
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« Reply #44 on: November 28, 2008, 06:32:52 PM »



You don't look like a rebel to me, Smith.


Nah, I'm bolshie. The difference being that rebels rebel against something meaningful, whereas your true bolshie starts off with arguments about the eating of sprouts and moves on, in time, to endless squabbles with the lady who runs the flexi-system at work!
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« Reply #45 on: November 28, 2008, 11:22:14 PM »




You don't look like a rebel to me, Smith.


Nah, I'm bolshie. The difference being that rebels rebel against something meaningful, whereas your true bolshie starts off with arguments about the eating of sprouts and moves on, in time, to endless squabbles with the lady who runs the flexi-system at work!


Perhaps you need to learn to be more flexible!  Grin
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« Reply #46 on: November 29, 2008, 01:24:53 AM »

Flexibility! That's what boils my sprouts. Flexi-systems, eh? ******g fantastic.
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« Reply #47 on: November 29, 2008, 01:59:13 AM »


Flexibility! That's what boils my sprouts. Flexi-systems, eh? ******g fantastic.


always steam a sprout Tongue
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