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05/25/2009 |
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2. | Thea Gilmore's Midwinter Toast |
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5. | Listen the Snow is Falling |
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7. | St Stephens Day Murders |
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9. | Book of Christmas |
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Come the dawn, come the call
Come, the beating air
Chill the night, soldier light
We'll be dancing there
And rise up, rise up
Day stretching weary wings
Come the day, come the dawn
Somewhere it lays
Know my heart, know my life
Forget everything
Come the day, thief of the night
Lifts its voice to sing
Now rise up, rise up
Ever victorious
Know the time, know the light
Comes the sun again
Now rise up, rise up
Ever victorious
Know the time, know the light
Comes the sun again
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Thea Gilmore's Midwinter Toast |
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It was a cold comin', the stars upon the ground
And the sky was burnin', and all the world was sound
It was a love beginnin', my heart upon the straw
And the children were singing, outlaw, outlaw, outlaw
Do you
Do you sing that song
It was a cold comin', the streets were paved with song
You could hear the engines runnin', you could hear them all night long
It was a strange communion, His name raised up in lights
The old reunion of the rebel with the fight
Do you
Do you sing that song
Do you
Do you sing that song
Well it's a cold comin', their ringin' up the till
We tried to keep those waves from breakin', but the winter won't hold still
Now, shamed deserter finds comfort in the store
Of the cold comin', and the fiery metaphor
Of the cold, cold, cold comin', and the fiery metaphor
Do you
Do you sing that song
Do you
Do you sing that song
Do you sing that song
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Rain falling and a chance of snow
Jonah Louie on the radio
French beer and mistletoe
That'll be Christmas
Cars queueing on the edge of town
Afternoon with the blinds pulled down
It's just the way the deal goes round
That'll be Christmas
I was going to head for high ground
Just forget it all
But the line's busy I can't make that call
Oh no.
Join the others in the bar by ten
Peace and goodwill to men
Me missing you again
That'll be Christmas
A tired waiter in a stupid hat
Muddy boots on the welcome mat
You just can't say no to that
Hot wine and a Christmas tree
The Sound of Music and the family
Faith hope and gluttony
That'll be Christmas
There's a choir of angels
A choir of soaks
And there's drunk relations telling dirty jokes
Oh no
So I'll join the others in the bar by ten
Peace and goodwill to men
Me missing you again
That'll be Christmas
It's gonna be me missing you again
That'll be Christmas
That'll be Christmas
That'll be Christmas
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Listen the Snow is Falling |
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Winter tells its truth to anyone who'll listen
It will whisper to you slowly when the light is low
And I will sit and wonder over everything I've written
And still not know
The smell of pine and nursery rhymes is rising
There are some things that are broken and some things to hold tight
To the few brave birds of the season who are sky writing
Shine your light
'Cause there's a drunken angel
Dances to my heart
Singin' lonely days
Brand new start
Brand new start
And now is the time I will raise my eyes and be honest
And look out across the plane of another tired and reckless year
And give thanks for the love and the wonder that was hurled upon us
And you, my dear
And a drunken angel
Dances to my heart
Singin' lonely days
Brand new start
Brand new start
You can hear the howl of wings, you can feel it when the wine is flowing
And the tired and the lonely lay down their weary heads
And baby, sometimes the beauty in this world comes from just not knowing
Feeling instead
Feeling instead
Feeling instead
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Friday's humming summer
And the whiskey sun is running
out the night sky
I am here watching your form
Slowly pacing in the dawn
as all the stars die
Yeah you're like a hit, you are tailored just to fit
the changing season
Baby, what is this? We are two star crossed bits
of an equation
Is it that you're shining?
Is it your endgame talk?
You're like a suntan in November
Or December in New York
I will tune in to the radio
To hear some guy on some show
sing like chocolate
No its not my job to be sentimental
Yeah, I swear it was accidental
it just turned out like that
Is it that you're shining?
Is it your endgame talk?
You're like a suntan in November
Or December in New York
December in New York
I know I should be spitting bitter
Just for interest it's more fitting
for a girl like me
But I am standing here
Amid politics and tears
and I'm shouting loudly
And the dustcart is slugging
Its way around the corner
in the morning
And if you listen close
You'll hear the fairylights and smoke
of the East Coast calling
Is it that you're shining?
Is it your endgame talk?
You're like a suntan in November
Or December in New York
December in New York
December in New York
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Bring, bring, bring it to me
Bright stars on another gilded tree
And for all of this time
There's a greater surprise
Sing, sing, sing for old December
Time, time, tell me there's still time
Season, always warmth and crooked lines
Any joy that's been sown
Can hold a candle to the grown
Sing, sing, sing for old December
Old December
Old December
Home, home, I am coming home
Run, run, said the wheel and the microphone
And whoever you praise
Raise a glass to these days
Sing, sing, sing for old December
Yeah, whoever you praise
Raise a glass to these days
Sing, sing, sing for old December
Sing, sing, sing for old December
Sing, sing, sing for old December
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