The View From Fez announces the programme for this year's Festival of World Sacred Music.

The words of holy trust, breathed by the friendly old man, stole like sacred music over the harassed and chafed spirit of George and after he ceased, he sat with a gentle and subdued expression on his fine features.

He would rob them of their creator and their hope of heaven.

Sacred ground.

Holy mackerel!

Our children chosen by the Holy Mother herself.

Music, start. Music, start.

Cut the music. Cut the music! Cut it!

O force divine

By divine right.

You wear the sacred thread? No Brahman's pigtail?

From the sacred land.

Holy old Finbar!

Following divine advice,

Holy mackerel!

Music is medicine. Music changes us.

And you're like, Holy shit!

Hear me holly gods!

They were tired of sacred hills.

Holy...Roman...Empire.

I had Christian bibles.

I had Jewish bibles.

What? You'd condemn Holy crusades?

Doth ask a drink divine

When was he given the sacred thread?

God have you in his holy keeping.

Holy Mother, help...

Titanic on her maiden voyage, sir.

Dear Madonna, if he'd only marry me,

Holy Mother of God!

organist at the Holy Church, paid by the kindness of Your Excellency.

The music is all that matters. Nothing but the music.

We liked music, the same kind of music.

Music

Musics

music

Music

Excuse me, dear.

The music.

The music, I mean.

The music!

Ah, music!

It's just like music it really is just like music.

India s Sacred Cows and Unholy Politics

See original text in Sacred Texts .