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Christmas Eve, 1988
01:45
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I am the frayed one.
All of my years have gone by,
leaving me empty and needing your love to justify
Don’t you forget about me. I’ve got moves I haven’t tried yet, half a mind to start a riot
Don’t you forget about me. Watch me get down on my knees, ring the bells, it’s Christmas Eve!
If you want snow falling
If you need love that eats you alive, I could be all that if you
hang around for a minute more then get your body on the dancefloor
One more song, ho ho ho and a bottle of ‘nog
One more song, ho ho ho and a bottle of ‘nog
I think this might be the one!
Don’t you forget about me. I’ve got moves I haven’t tried yet, half a mind to start a riot
Don’t you forget about me. Watch me get down on my knees, ring the bells, it’s Christmas Eve!
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The Misfit Toys
03:21
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Close your eyes and go back to sleep
Lay the presents under the tree
Reach out your hands to hold each other
Forget the times you messed it up cause
I know they’ll say it’s really over, but I won’t ever believe it.
Sitting in my old room and I wonder if I’ll ever read all the
books you gave me, an arrow to the Author, lands down on Christmas Day
We are the misfit toys. We are the ones you break and never take
home to your boys, home to your girls, but anyway
It’s the holidays; it’s a chance to make amends, the hope that we could change,
a hope that you will love us anyway
Close your eyes and go back to sleep
Lay your presents under the tree
The years so long, we can’t remember
The leaves are gone, the trees surrender,
the whole mess of the world is tender, and I just wanna believe it
The tree lights bright as day; I’m wide awake.
No other way, but love!
Looking through old photographs, I wonder why the world is fleeting.
And when I hold them, gone but not forgotten, dreaming of Christmas Day.
We are the misfit toys. We are the ones you break and never take
home to your boys, home to your girls, but anyway
It’s the holidays; it’s a chance to make amends, the hope that we could change,
a hope that you will love us anyway
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Gold leaves have not quite fallen, barely holding on
Your hands won’t keep from freezing, so I hold them in the cold
I am an instrument of love
Go save what’s important!
Quiet holidays. We don’t have the money to celebrate like you deserve.
All the leaves are gone but we still have each other. We lift our voices to the night.
Go save what’s important!
I am an instrument of love
Go save what’s important!
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Tiny Tim Did NOT Die!
03:48
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Morning breaks. The spirits worked all through the night.
It’s so good to have another chance to see.
Cause when the light comes in. The morning gives another promise that …
…that baby, we’re all good. Rest your head.
When the lights go out, we can light a candle.
I love the fire dancing in your eyes
And if it’s ice-cold nights in our old apartment,
We can be happy bundled up in bed
Oh, life is harmless unless you care, and you love, and you dream.
(And Tiny Tim Did NOT Die!)
Oh, there will be meetings and partings,
and I hope that we all meet again in the 1 2 3 4
Feet on shaky ground, holding still, trying hard to not look down
Eyes close now, cause I might be falling,
holding on to something that’s real, real, real, real, real, real…
Oh, life is harmless unless you care, and you love, and you dream.
(And Tiny Tim Did NOT Die!)
Oh, there will be meetings and partings,
and I hope that we all meet again in the 1 2 3 4
Oh, I know that you’re out there waiting, far away and it’s so frustrating
Long ago we were little babies, so in love it was captivating
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Outside it’s cold again. The streetlamps have snow on them.
Inside, we’re tucked away. There’s nothing we need to say.
Wait for your love, for your love, unconditionally saved by your love,
by your heart, by your personality
And the gifts that you bring, do they always run away?
Oh, the train will be late, I can wait! I can wait!
Give to your love, to your love all the possibilities
All your love is enough, whether Charlie or Pitrys.
Maybe Scout sailing out, even Puff is transcending
And the soul they possess is at rest because
All God’s creatures big and small, they will go to heaven like we will go to heaven.
All God’s creatures big and small, they will go to heaven like we will go to heaven.
Wait for your love, for your love, and the possibilities,
for your love it is cold, but we try not to believe
that the train will arrive at the time that it says
oh, the train can be late. I will wait! I will wait!
But I know the day will come, the day will come,
the day will come when all our love is somewhere gone
And all our time is spent on the refrain.
All God’s creatures big and small, they will go to heaven like we will go to heaven.
All God’s creatures big and small, they will go to heaven like we will go…
…around, around the bend singing,
oh, our lives are more than we can understand.
My dear, it is so hard to lose a friend. They will go to heaven and we will go …
All God’s creatures big and small
All God’s creatures big and small
All God’s creatures big and small
They will go to heaven and we will go….
like a snowflake on a streetlamp means a drop of rain
invisible like wind that spins the weathervane
All God’s creatures big and small, we will go to heaven, they will go to heaven.
We will go to heaven. They will go to heaven.
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The Winter Sounds Czechia
solarpunk fuzz-pop, dreampop, new wave dance folk and punk anthems, currently split between Pardubice, Czech Republic and New Orleans, Louisiana
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