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Random Paul Fact #968

  • Dec. 7th, 2006 at 5:12 AM
Colbert
I hate Christmas music. Hate it with a deep and dark passion. It could be the years I spent working in malls during the holiday season, but I seem to remember always hating Christmas tunes. They seem to all be of a kind, either religious (which I'm not), or too modern country (which irritates the beejeezus out of me), or that light pop style which I can't abide, or worst of all the "rock" Christmas song--Springsteen doing "Santa Claus is Coming to Town," that sort of thing. Rock music shouldn't be about Christmas, in my book.

There are two exceptions to my hatred of the Xmas music: Bowie and Crosby's "Little Drummer Boy," (as overdone as it is), and "Fairytale of New York," from The Pogues (with a little vocal help from Kirsty MacColl), because it's just so... so... mean.

I like mean.

"Fairytale of New York"

Shane MacGowan:
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 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 true


Kirsty MacColl:
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

MacGowan:
You were pretty
Queen of New York City

Both:
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

MacColl:
You're a bum
You're a punk

MacGowan
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

MacColl:
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last


Both:
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

MacGowan:
I could have been someone

MacColl:
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you

MacGowan:
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you


Both:
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

Comments

giggleloop wrote:
Dec. 7th, 2006 01:12 pm (UTC)
That sounds cheerful. :)

I'm ready to throttle the pert cheerful bints who work in the lab -- they've got the radio in here on the damn 24 hour a day Christmas station, and I keep sneaking over and turning the volume down. No joke, within 20 minutes one of them will wander in here and shriek in an annoying pleasant manner, "What happened to the Christmas music?!" *groan* I was actually called a "Bah Humbug" by this woman yesterday. She said to me, "We didn't realize we have someone here who HATES Christmas music." My reply was "I don't hate Christmas music, I just don't want to listen to it for 8 hours a day for the next MONTH, thank you."

I think my eardrums are bleeding. Oww. :(
king_cool_paul wrote:
Dec. 7th, 2006 06:12 pm (UTC)
My suggestion is to kill every last one of them, because there's no way to win in the Christmas radio station battle. If you don't let them listen to it, it's like you're pissing directly on their holiday spirit, you fucking evil grinch you, and if you do listen to the station, you'll just poke your eardrums out with your own fingers.

C'mon, December 26! Hurry up and get here!
giggleloop wrote:
Dec. 7th, 2006 08:05 pm (UTC)
I've been trying to just lose myself in my book and the internets, it's been working for the most part. But when George Michael or damn Yoko Ono comes on, I almost get up and go outside. Who cares if it's 20 degrees and windy outside, I'd rather freeze... ugh.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Dec. 8th, 2006 07:56 am (UTC)
20 degrees? Wuss! It's 13 here! With a windchill of 2!

Total wuss ;)
ladycelt wrote:
Dec. 7th, 2006 07:55 pm (UTC)
One of my favorite non-Christmas Christmas songs:

Circle of Steel
by Gordon Lightfoot

Rows of lights in a circle of steel
Where you place your bets on a great big wheel
High windows flickerin down through the snow
A time you know
Sights and sounds of the people goin round
Everybodys in step with the season
A child is born to a welfare case
Where the rats run around like they own the place
The room is chilly, the building is old
Thats how it goes
The doctors found on his welfare round
And he comes and he leaves on the double

Deck the halls was the song they played
In the flat next door where they shout all day
She tips her gin bottle back till its gone
The child is strong
A week, a day, they will take it away
For they know about all her bad habits

Christmas dawns and the snow lets up
And the sun hits the handle of her heirloom cup
She hides her face in her hands for a while
Says look here child
Your fathers pride was his means to provide
And hes servin three years for that reason

Rows of lights in a circle of steel
Where you place your bets on a great big wheel
High windows flickerin down through the snow
A time you know
Sights and sounds of the people goin round
Everybodys in step with the season
king_cool_paul wrote:
Dec. 7th, 2006 11:01 pm (UTC)
I was just talking about Gordon Lightfoot not ten minutes ago!

Spooky...

;)
ladycelt wrote:
Dec. 8th, 2006 12:11 am (UTC)
Well, great minds and all that. :D
serenityn0w wrote:
Dec. 8th, 2006 02:41 am (UTC)
What about THIS Christmas song:

"no no no, why should I be upset that you two TRAITORS were sipping eggnog on the couch where she SCREWS her new BOYFRIEND!!"
king_cool_paul wrote:
Dec. 8th, 2006 07:58 am (UTC)
It's for things like that that I remember why I adore your ass ;)

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