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Hark! The Herald Robots Sing! - a Holiday EP

by Solarno

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What self respecting robot doesn't love a rousing round of Holiday carols? Here are four carols presented by my house robot band, including two where they decide to sing.

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released November 28, 2011

All songs arranged and produced by Jim Furey.
Recorded and mastered at The Robot Junkyard.
Published by MixiM Music.
Copyright 2011, Jim Furey

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Solarno Los Angeles, California

Every song by Solarno has a story behind it, and a goal to create an experience and atmosphere of exploration, not just of the music itself, but also the inspiration behind it.

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Track Name: Hark! The Herald Robots Sing!
::Lyrics::

Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"

Hark! the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
x2

"Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"

Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"

Hark! the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
x2

"Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"

Hark! the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
x4 to fade
Track Name: Good King Wenceslas
::Lyrics::

Narrator:
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winters fuel

The Good King:
"Hither, page, come stand by me
If thou knowest, pray tell me
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what, is his dwelling?"

Page:
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain."

The Good King:
"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither!
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear them thither."

Narrator:
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather

Page:
"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind, it blows much stronger
It fails my heart, though I know not how,
I fear I can go on no longer."

The Good King:
"Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."

Narrator:
In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed

Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
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