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[holzman_tweed]

Merry Christmas, all.

Many have wished the usual wishes, and I echo them. I also thought I would contribute a thought about peace, a bit atypically, as usually my thoughts about the season are intensely personal because of my own history of the time.

As he flew o'er Sarajevo There were scars upon the land There were scars upon the people It was hard to understand And the deepest scars of all Which to humans are unseen But the angel could see clearly Were the scars upon the dreams Like Belfast and Burundi Rwanda, Palestine The only decorations here Had been awarded for their crimes And in gardens where the children played Now soldiers only trod And stranger still, he heard some say That they were killing for their god

Now the angel heard god speak many times And he had always paid attention But this killing of ones neighbor Was something the Lord had never mentioned But as he neared the earth Of a recent battleground From among the ruins He once more heard the sound It was a single cello playing A forgotten Christmas song And even on that battlefield The song somehow belonged And as he flew away The angel did take note That where he found this music played One always could find hope -- Trans Siberian Orchestra

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Mettle

[nyghtowl.livejournal.com]

Hey Dan and happy holidays to you and yours.

Is that the TSO or is it the 'Tage from "Dead Winter Dead"?

Just wondered

Paul

Re: Mettle

[holzman.livejournal.com]

It's the TSO libretto (narrated in concert, generally to a standing ovation) lead-in to Sarajevo 12/24 on Christmas Eve And Other Stories. The DWD intro was specificly about Sarajevo, which is where it happened.