A bit different Xmas songs.
I was lying in my bed on Christmas eve
Then something happened that I couldn’t believe
The sound of chains dragging down the street
It was a Zombie Christmas
It all went wrong when the day became night
Everyone in town had to run for their lives
Couldn’t even check if my gift had arrived
It was a Zombie ChristmasAll the angels singing:
Christmas time has come,
Oh man you’d better run, run run!
All the bells are ringing:
Christmas time is here,
I hate this time of year!Winter wonderland and a silent night
It’s only gonna happen if you put up a fight
Just be careful, because they b***
It’s a Zombie ChristmasThey don’t feel the cold when it’s 50 below
See them sucking brains out in the snow
Don’t get caught beneath the mistletoe
It’s a Zombie ChristmasAll the angels singing:
Christmas time has come,
Oh man you’d better run, run run!
All the bells are ringing:
Christmas time is here,
I hate this time of year!
They came in through the chimney when the people in the house were sleeping
They didn’t fill our stockings and there wasn’t anywhere to hide
Well I don’t want to have my last Noel
We’d better kick those zombies back to Hell
If we want to live to tell the Zombie Christmas;All the angels singing:
Christmas time has come,
Oh man you’d better run, run run!
All the bells are ringing:
Christmas time is here,
I hate this time of year!All the angels singing:
Christmas time is here
I hate this time of year!Writer(s): Tim Wheeler / Emma Lee Moss
Album: This Is Christmas
Released: 2011
Now the sun was in my eyes
So forgive me if I was blind
But I can suddenly see the light
Now the blinds are raised
Now he’s finally spoken
Winter’s finally broken
Realize I’m heading for colder daysHe can feel it just around the corner
He can feel it on every breath
And something tells him its good goodbye summer
And something tells him, it’s the kiss of deathLosing at the tracks, loosens all his taps, I smell winter on his breath
(I smell winter)
There’s a chill down my spine, but the weather’s fine, I smell winter on his breath
(I smell winter)You better button up your coat
Or it will catch you in the pit of the throat
You can certainly feel the wind blow
When you’re by yourself
And when the snow has finally melted
You better think about who you shelter
‘Cause one of these days it might just be someone elseAnd he’s searched underground and overground for a partner
Played his harmonica till his lips were raw
He’s looked through tins and rubbish bins just for an answer
So far each year he’s drawn the shortest strawLosing at the tracks, loosens all his taps, I smell winter on his breath
(I smell winter)
There’s a chill down my spine, but the weather’s fine, I smell winter on his breath
(I smell winter)I smell winter
I smell winter
I smell winter
I…(smell winter)And he’s searched underground and overground for a partner
Played his harmonica till his lips were raw
He’s looked through tins and rubbish bins just for an answer
So far each year he’s drawn the shortest strawLosing at the tracks, loosens all his taps, I smell winter on his breath
(I smell winter)
There’s a chill down my spine, but the weather’s fine, I smell winter on his breath
(I smell winter)I smell winter
(I smell winter)
I smell winter
(I smell winter)Writer(s): Ian Peter Cullimore / Paul Heaton
Album: London 0 Hull 4
Released: 1986
It’s Christmastime in Washington
The Democrats rehearsed
Gettin’ into gear for four more years
Things not gettin’ worse
Republicans drink whiskey neat
And thanked their lucky stars
They said, “He cannot seek another term
They’ll be no more FDRs”I sat home in Tennessee
Just staring at the screen
With an uneasy feeling in my chest
I’m wonderin’ what it meansSo come back Woody Guthrie
Come back to us now
Tear your eyes from paradise
And rise again somehow
If you run into Jesus
Maybe he can help you out
Come back Woody Guthrie to us nowI followed in your footsteps once
Back in my travelin’ days
Somewhere I failed to find your trail
Now I’m stumblin’ through the haze
But there’s killers on the highway now
And a man can’t get around
So I sold my soul for wheels that roll
Now I’m stuck here in this townCome back Woody Guthrie
Come back to us now
Tear your eyes from paradise
And rise again somehow
If you run into Jesus
Maybe he can help us out
Come back Woody Guthrie to us nowThere’s foxes in the hen house
Cows out in the corn
The unions have been busted
Their proud red banners torn
To listen to the radio
You’d think that all was well
But you and me and Cisco know
It’s going straight to hellSo come back, Emma Goldman
Rise up, old Joe Hill
The barracades are goin’ up
They cannot break our will
Come back to us, Malcolm X
And Martin Luther King
We’re marching into Selma
As the bells of freedom ringSo come back Woody Guthrie
Come back to us now
Tear your eyes from paradise
And rise again somehowWriter(s): Steve Earle
Album: El Corazón
Released: 1997
I was singing like a bird
From my porch just to hear
My own voice echo in the canyon
When she appeared before me
Protected from the cold
Ringing with the echo in her heart
She walked up to the porch
And I sang a good bit further
Until we both sat there in silence
I asked her to my living room
A place where we can warm our bones
She said, but I am warmed by the singing
And I can hear my husbandman
Returning from his labor
And I have no food on the table
As quick as she came earlier
She went back to the forest
With a trail of roses behind her
It snowed for many weeksUntil I couldn’t see the forest
And the blush had faded from the roses
And while it dropped I worked a lot
To gather wood and keep it hot
And clear the porch off for singing
It was brighter than the other nights
The snow was filled with moonlight
There was not a sound in the canyon
So I sang softly o my old song
Building for a time so long
Until my echo traveled through the forest
And there she was standing there
The moonlight in her auburn hair
Completely protected from the cold
And all about her in the snow
Ruby red and black as coal
Roses had blossomed all around herAlbum: Whatever, Mortal
Released: 2001
Well I married me a wife
She gave me trouble all my life
She ran me out in the cold rain and snow
Rain and snow, rain and snow
She ran me out in the cold rain and snowShe came a runnin on down the stairs
Combin’ back her long yellow hair
And her cheeks were as red as a rose
As a rose, as a rose
And her cheeks were as red as a roseWell I ain’t got no use
For your red apple juice
And I’m not gonna be treated this a way
This a way this a way
And I’m not gonna be treated this wayI see you sitting in the shade
Counting every dime I’ve made
I’m so broke and I’m hungry too
Hungry too, hungry too
I’m so broke and I’m hungry too
I’m so broke and I’m hungry tooWell I married me a wife
She gave me trouble all my life
She ran me out in the cold rain and snow
Rain and snow, rain and snow
She ran me out in the cold rain and snowWriter(s): Cox / Jansch / Mcshee / Renbourn / Errol Thompson
Album: Blue Horse
Released: 2000
I waited for you winterlong
You seemed to be where I belong
It’s all illusion anywayIf things should ever turn out wrong
And all the love we have is gone
It won’t be easy
On that dayWaiting to follow
Through the dream light of your way
Is not so easy for me nowAfter time has passed your way
Things we thought of yesterday
Come back now
Comeback now
WhoahohhhWaiting to follow
Through the dream light of your way
Is not so easy for me nowAfter time has passed your way
Things we thought of yesterday
Come back now
Comeback now
WhoahohhhI waited for you winterlong
You seemed to be where I belongWriter(s): Neil Young
Album: Dig for Fire
Released: 1990
There was one in the gang who had Scalextric
And because of that he thought he was better than you
Every day after school you’d go round there to play it
Hoping to compete for some kind of championship
But it always took about fifteen billion hours to set the track up
And even when you did the thing never seemed to workIt was a dodgy transformer again and again
A dodgy transformer again and again
It was a dodgy transformer again and again
A dodgy transformer that cost three pound tenSo he’d send his doting mother up the stairs with the stepladders
To get the Subbuteo out of the loft
He had all the accessories required for that big match atmosphere
The crowd and the dugout and the floodlights too
You’d always get palmed off with a headless centre forward
And a goalkeeper with no arms and a face like hisAnd he’d managed to get hold of a Dukla Prague away kit
‘Cos his uncle owned a sports shop and he’d kept it to one side
And after only five minutes you’d be down to ten men
‘Cos he’d sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left winger
And come to half time you were losing four-nil
Each and every goal a hotly disputed penalty
So you’d smash up the floodlights and the match was abandoned
And the dog would bark and you’d be banned from his house
And your travelling army of synthetic supporters
Would be taken away from you and thrown in the binNow he’s working in a job with a future
He hands me my Giro every two weeks
And me I’m on the lookout for a proper transformer …errrAlbum: ACD
Released: 1989
On our way from Stockholm,
It started to snow,
And you said it was like Christmas,
But you were wrong,
It wasn’t like Christmas at all.By the time we got to Oslo,
The snow was gone,
And we got lost,
The beds were small,
But we felt so young.It was just like Christmas,
…Writer(s): Al Sparhawk, Zachary Micheletti
Album: Christmas
Released: 1999
Listen the snow is falling over town
Listen the snow is falling everywhere
Between Empire State Building
And between Trafalgar Square
Listen the snow is falling over townListen the snow is falling over town
Listen the snow is falling everywhere
Between your bed and mine
Between your head and my mind
Listen the snow is falling over townBetween Tokyo and Paris
Between London and Dallas
Between your God and mine
Listen the snow is falling everywhereSnow dream
Snow fall
Snow fly
Listen
ListenWriter(s): Yoko Ono
Album: This Is Our Music
Released: 1990
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me,
Won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about youGot on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come trueThey’ve got cars
Big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the oldWhen you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for meYou were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the nightThe boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing ‘Galway Bay’
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas dayYou’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead
On a drip in that bedYou scumbag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It’s our lastThe boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing ‘Galway Bay’
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas dayI could have been someone
Well, so could anyone
You took my dreams
From me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around youThe boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing ‘Galway Bay’
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas dayWriter(s): Jem Finer / Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan
Album: Fairytale of New York
Released: 1987