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hemlock - xmas lights
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xmas lights on the porch I’ll
pretend you’re here keepin warm with me -
you put on vince guaraldi, babe, I’ll put on the tea
make believe the rain is the snow,
turn on our kitchen radio and we’ll
sing along to those carols just for posterity
I wanna know
what it is that makes you feel more at home
when you are so far from all you know
on a holidays eve
like xmas lights on the porch
I’ll pretend I’m there keepin warm with you
you start the fire n baby I’ll kindle the flame
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I’m just waiting for rain
There’s snow on the mountains
There’s sun on the plains
My mother delivers a wreath of dried fern
and I wait on the swelling of crow-footed earth
I’m just waiting for cloud
There’s light on the water
There’s light on the town
My father delivers a sharp tangerine
and I wait on the dimming of mirrors and seas
(Canon)
I’m just waiting for the dark
There’s grease on my elbows
There’s grit in my heart
My neighbor delivers some coffee and clove
and I wait on the shortest of days to approach
(Canon)
I’m just waiting on you
Come in from the winter
Come warm up the room
Lover, deliver the wind on your skin
and I’ll wrap you in whispers; I’ll wrap you in limbs
(Canon)
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Long lay the night, long lay the night
Joy is hard to come by, it seems
Even when you dream.
But after all, after all
There will come a day soon, I hope
We'll have you in our scopes.
I just wish I could be
With all of my family.
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"This year of empty rooms
We won’t go far, the car sits in the driveway
At home when I go to bed
I got in the habit of imagination
Pictures take shape in my mind
Filled with colors and places that were mine
Claim a memory and let it shine through a fissure
On your lonely island. "
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A sea of fog covers my mind
Where is this, somewhere liminal?
Silhouettes billow amongst stray lights;
Flickers a thought, an echo
oh
A dream of long days and nights;
A Christmas of white noise;
Snow on the television;
Litters my eyes, so slow
To speak, to think,
To myself, let alone anyone else,
Feels like sifting concrete
Through my teeth.
The holiest of days,
At this point,
Is to celebrate being alive,
And doing one thing,
Doing one damn thing at all
As it stood, it stood askew,
No; askance, as if to ask,
""Why don't you call us?""
I wonder the same
Yet continue to play games
With unfair rules, fake names
And false pretenses.
False -
To speak, to think,
To myself, let alone anyone else,
Feels like sifting concrete
Through my teeth.
The holiest of days,
At this point,
Is to celebrate being alive,
And doing one damn thing at all.
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Acumen - Santa Claus
03:22
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You probably know most of the lyrics already.
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Once each December, my father takes me
Out to the forest for our Christmas tree.
We hiked through the forest, but this year was strange.
The trees have gained sentience and are taking revenge.
Up by their roots and they lumber along,
With pinecone projectiles and O Tennen-bombs.
They say they've been kidnapped and tortured and tossed,
But this bloody Christmas, they're showing who's boss.
Coro: Revenge of the Pines, broke free from the farms.
They're raising their branches and taking up arms.
Revenge of the Pines, trees shall overcome.
Their needles are green but their mind's on red rum.
They stormed Rockefeller and rescued their captain,
Who tore through the borough and levelled Manhattan.
They've taken our cities in one single night.
It turns out their bark is as bad as their bite.
[Coro]
And us that are left, we have made an accord
With the newly-formed Pine Tree Advisory Board.
No more Christmas trees, their singular goal.
Now I'm hanging my star 'pon my steel Christmas pole.
Revenge of the Pines, repurpose the farms,
'Cuz we've all got needles in legs and our arms.
Revenge of the Pines, they came out on top,
But how come nobody just axed them to stop?
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Add your own lyrics, like a choose your own adventure holiday song.
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christmas comes to pasadena
bearing bad news,
gifting puffs of smoke
people start to disappear
leaves descend and croak
every morning i wake up
beside my own skin,
sleeping like a log
i become the christmas air;
i become the fog
go outside
take another walk
maybe soon the ground will talk
so alone
christmas starts to grow
bury me in absent snow
all right, christmas, here i am
bereft of a voice,
child without a womb
i control the universe
from within my room
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masamune - renewal
03:52
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"I was twenty-six minutes away
When the post office closed
Spent one last night with blood in my veins
Pulled into town, drove out alone
Oh endless days
The footprints fade
And all the snow is caught on tongues
But in the moonlight, the incantations come
Christmas song
Christmas song
Christmas song
(Just another day)
(Just another day)
(Just another day)
And in the stoves, the animals wake up
They speak of fallen does, partridges, and doves
And on the lake, they crack and break
Until they’re frozen to the nub
Beneath the pudding stains are all my fallen loves
Christmas song
(I’m running out of ways to spell your name)
Christmas song
(It’s time to limp around the sparkling rain)
Christmas song
(It's only a new year when we hide the time away)
Freak out!
Christmas song
Christmas song
Christmas song
Just another day
(Misplaced your number in a pile of dirty driveway snow. We should have never left. We shouldn’t ever have to go)
Just another day
(Misplaced your number in a pile of dirty driveway snow. We should have never left. We shouldn’t ever go)"
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""Christmas Bells"" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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."""
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On winter solstice, the world finishes a long exhale and starts a new breath.
Lyrics
Take my swollen hands away
Take my tired words
Take my flattened days all caked in failure and defeat
Take these tired dreams from me
Take these tattered streets
Take these withered songs, the haunted dawns of long ago
Take all this, you purifying flame;
Make it brand new
Make it clean as rain
Make it pure as gold
Make it brand new
Take the lies that clog my throat
Take my rotting hopes
Take the urgent love that I’ve betrayed by putting off
Take all this, you muddy running stream;
Make it brand new
Make it brave as crows
Make it wild as buds on the trees,
As eggs in the eaves,
As wind in the leaves,
Make it brand new
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