And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
Fairytale of New York- Pogues
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
Fairytale of New York- Pogues
This ain’t a breakup song
It’s not about what went wrong
It won’t drag on and on
It’s just a Christmas songAnd it’s not a love song
Heard faintly across the restaurant
As sure as the day is long
It’s just a Christmas songSo when it’s getting close but feels so far
Silver Bells and credit cards
And it hits you in your heart
You’re not ready yet to let it come and let it go
And let another year start
And you feel like you’re doing it wrong
Well here’s a Christmas songAnd it’s not a wedding song
So no finger-guns or singing along
By the time the turkey’s on
You’ll be sick of this Christmas songIt always comes so fast and hurts a bit
I want to make it last and feel all of it
It doesn’t feel like the way I remember it
Maybe that’s just it, the hardest bits are part of it
Maybe that’s just Christmas, kid
Sorta sweet and kinda sad
In the middle distance where life always lands
And it hits you like an avalanche
That we just want to feel the glow again, the glow again, the glow againIt’s not a myth or some cosmic test
It’s just some people out here doing their best
To make it special for the kids and that
They’re not ready yet to let it come and let it pass
And let another year end
Merry Christmas, I love you
Never question that
Safe to say I might be doing it wrong
But here’s a Christmas song
Christmas Song -Dan Mangan
You know you know how it is with me baby
You know, I just can't stand myselfIs it really gone forever when you see it all so clear
If you can't reach out and touch it was it ever really hereDon't let us get sick, don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall
Don't want to waste what I have to give
In any of the time that I've got left
I can do more than I thought I could
Work brings more luck than knocking on wood
There's random bad and random good
Work brings more good luck
Better be off
I've got dreams to dream
Though it seems uphill and a little extreme
If I can find hope in this fading light
Then I'll find you on the morningside
-John Gorka
Oh love is pleasin' and love is teasin'
It's the men who have the power, it's the men who have the might