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holidays are coming
the full moon's shining like a baby's cheek
rolled up in the blankets of defeat
I wait for the trick or the treat
you talk about illusions
oh i can laugh at all the ways
i find myself looking in the mirror
and somehow i'm not amazed
there's a ghost in the toast
looking on down, hey, don't we know we got it made
baby don't you worry
just close your eyes and slowly open up your knees
rollin' out a rocket on the rhythm of your soul
we might be out of control
or I can walk out
oh, but i can not stay
there's such a thing as coming on too reckless
but that doesn't apply to me
as endless the shore
as independent every single thing you say about
the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach and the lungs
the way he flies a sleigh, up high, with reindeers in the sun, you know
I never believed anything about
the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach or the lungs
holidays are coming
snow keeps falling like it's never been
bottled up inside the furnace of the street
melted away by the heat
or constantly evolving
you can barely count the ways
we screw over each other
and we never ever take the blame
if everything goes
then why are we to care that we no longer care
so you never wanted
to trust the things that keep you from where you ought to be
tied up with the money and the bills
it should be better than this
but now it feels over
oh, you've wasted all your years
and now you're sitting, waiting, wishing
someone would just count the tears
of an endless remorse
as controversial as every single thing they said about
the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach and the lungs
the way he flies a sleigh, up high, with reindeers in the sun, you know
I never believed anything about
the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach or the lungs
the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach and the lungs
the way he flies a sleigh, up high, with reindeers in the sun, you know
I never believed anything about
the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach or the lungs
the eyes, the beard, the nose the stomach and the lungs
the eyes, the beard, the nose the stomach and the lungs
the eyes, the beard, the nose the stomach or the lungs
the eyes, the beard, the nose the stomach or the lungs
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when you're reading in the dark
you hear the ticking of the clock
yeah you're the running of the bulls
and you're the lion and the cause
yeah you're the lion and the cause
so when you're running in the park
you hear their laughing just like a bark
and then you write yourself in stone
cause you own everything she owns
you own everything she owns
the snow keeps falling on your head
sheets get colder now in your bed
and the flakes they melt like cream
God, is Christmas time just a dream?
God, is Christmas time just a dream?
so when you're ready to give in
there's a promise which I can keep
and if you're good enough to please
listen, baby, I am on my knees
listen, baby, I am on my knees
but snow keeps falling on your head
sheets get colder now in your bed
and the flakes they feel like cream
and the flakes they feel like cream
God, is Christmas time just a dream?
God, is Christmas time just a dream?
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3. |
Christmas Song
03:05
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Rose, give me your nose
can you hear the loud ho-ho-ho's?
Sun, it has begun
Christmas morning has come
Jim, give me the gin
we've got old songs to sing
Sam, it would've been
real nice if you came down at all
paaarapa paraarapa....
Joe, you need to go
you're a prick in my toe
Bill, run to the hill
we hate the fear you instill
there's light up on the lane
mundane sugar canes
sit in the house like the pain
we've come to retain since she's gone...
paaarapa paraarapa....
Lynn, I need to drink
bumped my head on the sink
Jane, I can explain
'would be nice if you came back once more
back once more, baby back once more
back once more
Rose, give me your nose
can you hear the loud ho-ho-ho's?
Sun, it has begun
Christmas morning has come
Jim, give me the gin
we've got old songs to sing
Sam, it would've been
real nice if you came down at all
paaarapa paraarapa....
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not taking you to Bombay
you're gonna see Calais
he'll put a fat diamond on your skinny finger
wether you're broken or wether you're lost
he'll make it alright, I trust
why are you spending your Christmas on the beach
when all you need is to get along
to get away from everything
he'll marry you in Spain
honeymoon by the Seine
and then he'll touch you with a wretched gesture
but wether you're angry or wether you're out
he'll be good to you, no doubt
so why are you spending your Christmas on the sea
when all you need is to get along
when all you need is to get along
to get away from everything
when something's got to give
oh you'd better give it all
and when something is not right
just fix it
not taking you to Bombay
you're gonna see Calais
I'll put a fat diamond on your skinny finger
cause wether you're broken or wether you're out
I'll be good to you, no doubt
so why are we spending our Christmas on the sea
when all we need is to get along
when all we need is to get along
when all we need is to get along
to get away from everything
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her eye's a pretty pearl
she says she knows a girl
well, what can I say?
I like her better this way
road so, so unclear
I might just disappear
well, what can I do?
I still hunger for truth
and no, I don't care if I should
but I'll tell ya, Christmas is a-lookin' good
and no,no,no,no, I don't care if I should
cause I'll tell ya, Christmas is a-lookin' good
if I'm a million times the man
momma said I surely am
well, then can I fail
or can I just retreat?
they've sent a rocket to the moon
well, can I get a big balloon?
oh, but not so soon
I don't even want to go to the moon
and no, I don't care if I could
cause I'll tell ya, Christmas is a-lookin' good
and no, I don't care if I could
cause let me tell ya, Christmas is a-lookin' good, yeah
(instrumental break)
a cigarette, a bottle and I can't feel anything
and happyness is coming and going like I should've been
oh, and I don't care if I don't know what I know
cause I will tell ya, Christmas is a-lookin, it's really lookin'
Christmas is a-lookin' good
and no I don't care if I could
cause let me tell ya, christmas is a-lookin' good
nononononononono I don't care if I should
cause i will tell ya man, Christmas is a-lookin' good
no, I don't really care if I could
let me tell ya, Christmas is a-lookin' good
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Taste Like Candy
03:56
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if you were a horse :), I'd buy you some wheels
if you were a fairytale, I'd read you
if you had no bones, I'd give you some bones
if you had no money, I would treat you
if you were a cup, oh, I'd fill you on up
if you were a promise, then I'd keeep you
and if you were blind enough to sing me to sleep
I would surely give you up, my dear
if you were a hat, then you'd be all that
is not even mine to give
if you were a brush, I'd be paint for you
if you were a a cloud, you'd never rain
oh, if you were a toy, I'd get you your boy
who'd wrap you up for Christmas
and when you got tired of the wrong side of things
I would surely give you up, my dear
you taste like candy but you bust me like a boulevard
you look so easy but you drop me like a cannonball
don't you know that nothing's good with nothing here
you taste like candy but you drop me like a cannonball
now if you were a doll, you'd be like us all
if you are anything like I know you
and if you were a cigarette, you'd burn to the end
but not like I would, I'm certain
and if you keep saying, you can't stand my face
go on then, just leave me
you taste like candy but you bust me like a boulevard
you look so easy but you drop me like a cannonball
don't you know that nothing's good with nothing here
you taste like candy but you drop me like a cannonball
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Indie Folker Romania
Indie Folker is very much like Iron & Wine without the iron or Noah And The Whale without the whale… In plain: music inspired by the folkers and anti-folkers, or in a broader spectrum: indie folk, homemade acoustic pop or just plain old folk rock music from the bird house. Drawing comparison to such imaginary singers and performers such as: Tom Waits on high heels, a more scrupulous and much young ... more
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