Take it away, mr. Sinatra!

The cottage hearth beams warm and bright,
      The candles gaily glow;
The stars emit a kinder light
      Above the drifted snow.

Down from the sky a magic steals
      To glad the passing year,
And belfries sing with joyous peals,
      For Christmastide is here!

- Christmas by H. P. Lovecraft

This is is the last post and concludes the music calendar trilogy. Thank you for your time and patience. Merry Christmas and an Adventurous New Year.

A beautiful live version by Jamie Cullum and Martin Taylor.

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

- The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens

The Little Drummer Boy performed by the London Symphony Orchestra.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
    And wild and sweet
    The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
    Had rolled along
    The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
    A voice, a chime,
    A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
    And with the sound
    The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
    And made forlorn
    The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
    ”For hate is strong,
    And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
    The Wrong shall fail,
    The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

- Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Katy Perry performing on Later… With Jools Holland.

I.

She walks in beauty, like the night
    Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
    Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
    Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

II.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
    Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
    Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
    How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

III.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
    So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
    But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
    A heart whose love is innocent!

- She Walks In Beauty by George Gordon Byron

A song composed by Jeremy Soule. It is a part of the soundtrack to Total Annihilation, a computer game that was released in 1997.

On a clear winter’s evening
The crescent moon

And the round squirrels’ nest
In the bare oak

Are equal planets.

- Winter Twilight by Anne Porter

Ray LaMontagne & the Pariah Dogs live on Letterman.

In drear nighted December,
   Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne’er remember
   Their green felicity—
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them
Nor frozen thawings glue them
   From budding at the prime.

In drear-nighted December,
   Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne’er remember
   Apollo’s summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
   About the frozen time.

Ah! would ’twere so with many
   A gentle girl and boy—
But were there ever any
   Writh’d not of passed joy?
The feel of not to feel it,
When there is none to heal it
Nor numbed sense to steel it,
   Was never said in rhyme.

- In Drear Nighted December by John Keats

Scaretale by Nightwish. Fairy tale metal. Heavy metal in Wonderland. Metal, symphony, Tim Burton and Disney.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

- Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

This sweet tune was introduced to me by another friend this fall. I’m fascinated by this kind of live creation of tones and beats. In this clip Dub FX is stirring it up in the street with some help from Woodnote.

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art—
   Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
   Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
   Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
   Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
   Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
   Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

- Bright Star by John Keats

Rowley Birkin QC, played by Paul Whitehouse,  was a recurring character on the British sketch show programme The Fast Show.

So now is come our joyful feast,
  Let every man be jolly;
Each room with ivy leaves is dressed,
  And every post with holly.
    Though some churls at our mirth repine,
    Round your foreheads garlands twine,
    Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,
  And let us all be merry.

- from A Christmas Carol by George Wither

A traditional Finnish Christmas play performed by Timo Rautiainen & Trio Niskalaukaus featuring Ismo Alanko, Toni Wirtanen and Jarkko Martikainen.

Cast:

Herodes – Ismo Alanko
Murjaanien kuningas – Toni Wirtanen
Knihti – Jarkko Martikainen
Mänkki – Timo Rautiainen

Nu så föll den vita snö, föll på björk och lindar.
Frusen är den klara sjö, väntar vårens vindar.
Liten sparv, fattig sparv, ätit upp sitt sommararv.
Frusen är den klara sjö, väntar vårens vindar.

Vid den gröna stugans dörr stod en liten flicka:
–Sparvelilla, kom som förr, kom ett korn att picka!
Nu är jul i vart skjul, sparvelilla, grå och ful.
Sparvelilla, kom som förr, kom ett korn att picka!

Sparven flög till flickans fot, lög på glada vingar:
–Gärna tar jag kornet mot, kornet som du bringar.
Gud skall än löna den, som är här de armas vän.
Gärna tar jag kornet mot, kornet som du bringar.

-Jag är icke den du tror, ty ditt öga tåras.
Jag är ju din lilla bror, som dog bort i våras.
När du bjöd glad ditt bröd åt den fattige i nöd,
bjöd du åt din lilla bror, som dog bort i våras.

- Sparven om julmorgonen by Zacharias Topelius