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hey little snowflake did you know that you anchor my every dream
and do you think, like i do, that we make a perfect team
you can be my star and i'll be your spanish king
we've been waiting for snow, and now it covers everything
Its cold outside today
but we’re safe in here playing these games
hey little snowflake do you see the beauty in everything
and with a childlike delight can you show us how to sing
I know it’s hard to resist and harder to disagree
and please ignore these discrepancies in this bad poetry
Its cold outside today
but we’re safe in here playing these games
so you fall into my heart, into my soul, and settle on hope
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I'm as sombre as a colliery coat.
These tunes are a hundred years old.
I should be as joyful as a row of Christmas lights, but I'm too dumb not to think about you.
On long drives I'll analyse the winters past, 'til occupied with other things I can't resolve, like how robins predict the paths of old trucks on trunk roads on the last shift (heading home) and navigate deftly from branch to branch.
As I try to stay awake, glaciers shake and calve colossal sheets of ice.
Give me a little three-part harmony on a street at dusk, that's busy and lit tastefully, and I will sing along.
Angels are watching out on the roads, children are gathering snow.
So put on your winter coat - it's time to go home.
When we lost our feet on these frozen paths, it was so good just to hold each other up. There in the backlight, where the snow-filled clouds, dirty white, hold back the night.
Out at the edge of Antarctica, parts fall away, then they don't fit back together.
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well it's here again, christmas eve eve, december 23
I can't wait to find out what has been left beneath the tree
while some may say that christmas is about family
as a big fan of unwrapping gifts, I beg to disagree
it's the tearing of the paper and the guessing what's inside
it's filling bags with rubbish that makes my yuletide
working out the contents from how tall the gift; how wide
when the floor is strewn with ribbons, I sense a certain pride
but what's this? something's wrong
there's a gap under the christmas tree where all the gifts belong
as they pour the christmas wine
my parents hand me a list of codes I can redeem online
digital christmas
I never asked for this!
digital christmas
this was not on my list.
my aunt arrives, no bulging bags, just cards marked with a symbol
I can scan in with a camera to get free books for my kindle
and by the time my uncle turns up and slumps onto the couch
I'm unsurprised to see him distributing itunes vouchers
all I ever wanted was to guess things from their shape
all I ever wanted was gift tags and sellotape
all I ever wanted was the usual surprise
that was all I ever wanted, but I have been denied...
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When I was a Boy,
I used to count the days,
I struggled to sleep,
So, I stayed awake,
It used to mean a lot to me,
The atmosphere, intensity,
I was consumed by it,
I was carried away with it.
It's that time of year again,
And it's that time of year again.
It was beautifully romantic,
Hypnotically climatic,
With animated lights,
And other festive sights,
When the living room was decorated,
In gold and green I was elated,
It was worth the time I'd waited,
I wanted it to last for ages.
It's that time of year again,
And it's that time of year again.
Merry Christmas everyone.
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French Cricket - Moguls
02:52
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Only one
Skeleton key
Moguls ain't done
Only one
To let go, let go
Winter pursuits
I already knew
Where the wedge is supposed to go
Crapshoot
But it's all for show
Pointless blow
By the dice load
Invite someone to the world
A line has splintered
And the pictures keep on moving
Under the heavy fall
Our eyes won't know at all
Machinery come call
On nature's stall
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Christmas is coming and the geese are getting fat but what about the large man in the red pointed hat? He's been snapped by paparazzi in a frightening state let's deny him mince pies and help with him with his weight. Twelve, thirteen fifteen, the numbers grow each year now he can't get off the ground without a hundred reindeer without our help he will soon be dead a weigh-in in a manger, no chips or white bread
Who will help Santa this year? Who will help him this Christmas?
He's been sober since last boxing day but he falls off the wagon when he dusts off his sleigh he unwraps his whiskey, cracks open a beer his nose is redder than any reindeer he's been making snowballs but they're not for throwing he'll knock 'em all back until his face is a-glowing Chardonnay and Sherry, Jim Beam and Jack he drank all their presents, there's no going back
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Waiting For Snow UK
'Waiting For Snow' is a festive-themed compilation of home-recordings by a group of artists from the Midlands.
Waiting For Snow recommends:
A free compilation of some great bands from the City of Derby, UK
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