Fairytale of New York

Yes, I've done this song before, exactly one year ago, to be accurate, but it's December 1st and it needs to be here. Yeah, 'cause it's the one year anniversary of this blog today. And what a year! It's been maybe 85/15 percent hell/heaven, if I'm going to be really black/white about it. But it's been nice to have this little shelter where I'm allowed to pour other peoples words out of my own heart.

Well, like I said, it's December 1st, and only 24 days 'til christmas. And this is one of my true loves when it comes to christmas songs. The moods and the voices and the lovely, lovely music - fantastic use of instruments, and that magical feeling of snow and beautiful lights and winter romance. Me and this song, well, we don't really go way back - we go back maybe three years or so - but we're deeply in love with each other, and we meet every December and spend as much time together as possible until christmas is over. And then, we part, and miss each other and wait for next year, and the day we get to reunite and love one another. It's hard, but it's worth it, because we know that we don't belong together at any other time than christmas.

The words hit me like gentle stabs to the chest, and I dream.

~

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 you

got on the 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 true

they'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 old

when you first took my hand on a cold christmas eve

you promised me broadway was waiting for me

you 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 night

the boys for the NYPD choir were singing Gallway Bay

and the bells were ringing out for christmas day

you're a bum, you're a punk - you're an old slut on junk

lying there, almost dead on a drip in that bed

you scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot

happy christmas your arse, I pray god it's our last

the boys for the NYPD choir still singing Gallway Bay

and the bells were ringing out for christmas day

I could have been someone

well, so could anyone

you took my dreams from me

when I first found you

I kept them with me, baby

I put them with my own

can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you

the boys for the NYPD choir still singing Gallway Bay

and the bells were ringing out for christmas day