Way back when, the Christians co-opted Winterfest, from the pagans, who themselves had evolved the festivities along the way during the migration of homo sapiens out of Africa to colder more northern climes. Hundreds of thousands of years later, in the near future, in a bar in Seattle or New York on Christmas Eve some drunken worldly-wise stragglers and their mates inadvertently take a stab at rewriting the Christmas narrative. That is of course, if we get our shit together, and put the breaks on the current rapidly escalating pressure cooker conditions of planet Earth to make it to a 2062 where bars, or even ourselves still exist.
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THIS CITY ALMOST LOOKS PRETTY
SEEN THROUGH THE WINDOW OF A YELLOW TAXI
DARKNESS BRINGS OUT THE BEST SHADES OF GREY
FOLKS, I DON’T WANT TO BE A BORE BUT THE PARTY’S ABOUT OVER
ALREADY?
AFRAID SO. LAST ORDERS
OH OKAY
GLORIA, I’LL HAVE ANOTHER BLOODY MARY SIR
HOLY HOSANNA. IN EXCESS
THE CONCEPTION WAS IMMACULATE YEAH
WHAT ABOUT THE BIRTH? I WAS THERE
YEH AND I TELL YOU, JUST WATCHING HURTS
MARY WANTED GAS AND AIR
REAL DAD'S NOWHERE, JOSEPH’S PULLING OUT HIS HAIR
WELL DON'T LOOK AT ME, I'M JUST A LOWLY SHEPHERD BOY. WHAT DO I CARE?
THIS CITY ALMOST LOOKS PRETTY
SEEN THROUGH THE WINDOW OF A BIG YELLOW TAXI
DARKNESS BRINGS OUT THE BEST SHADES OF GREY
NOW YOU’VE HAD YOUR FUN LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
TIME PLEASE. THE PARTY REALLY IS OVER
OH YEH WE HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME.
IT’S OKAY, WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY
GLORIA, JUST ANOTHER LITTLE DRINKY SIR
ME AND MY NEW BUDDIES, WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED HERE
THAT’S WHAT I WAS AFRAID OF. COME ON. PLAY FAIR FOR CHRISSAKES.
HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK
THE ANGELS SING, THE ANCHORMAN CARPS
RIVER'S FROZEN IT'S TEN BELOW
YOU WANTED SNOW. WE GOT SNOW
SO HERE WE GO, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW. HO HO HO HO
GIVE ME THOSE JINGLE JANGLE MARSHMELLOW HOLIDAY BELLS
A TOAST. RAISE YOUR GLASS … TO A THERMAL VENT IN THE OLDEST OCEAN
ALL THAT BIO-POETRY IN MOTION, THE BIRTH OF LIFE ON EARTH
GLORIA, JUST ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD SIR
AND SOMEBODY PLEASE HAIL ME A CAB
PUT IT ON HIS TAB
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HAVEN’T YOU GOT HOMES TO GO TO? THERE WON’T BE ANY TAXIS AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR. YOU’RE GOING TO BE WALKING HOME.
I KNOW IT’S CHRISTMAS AND ALL BUT THERE REALLY IS NO ROOM AT THE INN.
GLORIA, HOLY HOSANNA HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU
HELL IT’S CHRISTMAS TWENTY SIXTY TWO
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TWENTY SIXTY TWO
OH ALRIGHT THEN. GHOST OF CHRISTMAS FUTURE AND ALL?
IT’S A LOCK IN
Danbert Nobacon: acoustic guitar, vocals
Miranda Zickler: vocals
Jimmy Berg: vocals, accordion, keyboard
Edward Zargasterley Jones: vocals
Brendan Patrick Hogan: upright piano
Austin Quist: bass
Steve Kamke: drums, sleigh bells
Mell Dettmer: church bells
Written by Hunter, N. Directed by Nobacon, D.
Produced by Mell Dettmer. Recorded, mixed and mastered by
Mell Dettmer at Studio Soli, Seattle WA, Oct-Dec 2016
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