Xmas Special

Thursday 20 December, 2012 at 5:18 pm

Ho ho ho. Have you been good boys and girls this year? Here’s your gift from Stars Uncharted- the best Christmas songs you never knew existed, courtesy of Pomplamoose, Ben Folds and Tim Minchin. Happy Holidays!

Always In The Season / Pomplamoose

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Mistletoe and silver snow,
And ivy growing on the walls,
I wish I could erase these dreams, I do.

But all my days are running by
In shopping malls with endless lines
I don’t know how I got here, do you?

Somewhere between the catalogs
Of what to get for him
Somewhere amidst the china dolls
My vision starts to spin

‘Cause I thought christmas was supposed to be
More than lighting up the christmas tree
More than filling up our socks with toys
More than all of this tremendous noise

So all I really mean to say
Is let’s not throw this time away
I’d rather just sip chocolate with you

And if you’d like to treat me nice
Don’t wait for snow don’t wait for ice
I’m always in the season, are you?

Somewhere on santa’s list
My name’s been crossed off with a slash
Somewhere I’m gonna find a better way
To spend my cash

‘Cause I thought christmas was supposed to be
More than lighting up the christmas tree
More than filling up our socks with toys
More than all of this tremendous noise

I’m always in the season, are you?

Lonely Christmas Eve / Ben Folds

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I’m not so bad
I just hate to see a good time had
By everyone but me
On this lonely Christmas Eve
I hear them up and down
And up and down the street.

They’re making
Noise noise noise noise
How I hate their happy noise
There’s only one thing I hate more
Come to think of it
And that’s the people who keep
Making it.

Feast feast feast feast
They’ll have more than anyone could ever eat
Me, I’m stuck here with my cream of wheat
There’s no one here to feast with me
On this lonely Christmas Eve.

Don’t they know I’m up here all alone
In my cave up in the hills?
How I wish that this would go away,
This dreadful holiday
That they call Christmas day.

When they’re done with all their Christmas noise
And they’ve had their Christmas feast
Just when I think that I might finally
Get a moments peace they start to

Sing sing sing sing
Now I’ll never get no sleep
I’m screaming out the window
But it don’t do no good
They sing and sing and sing
All through the neighborhood
Sing sing sing.

They take their little break and then
They do it all again.

It’s a lonely Christmas Eve.

White Wine In The Sun / Tim Minchin

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I really like Christmas
It’s sentimental I know, but I just really like it
I’m, I’m hardly religious
I’d rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu to be honest
And yes I have all of the usual objections to consumerism
To the commercialisation of an ancient religion
To the western-isation of a dead Palestinian
Press-ganged into selling PlayStations and beer
But I still really like it.

I’m looking forward to Christmas
Though I’m not expecting a visit from Jesus
I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
We’ll be drinking white wine in the sun.

I don’t go in for ancient wisdom
I don’t believe just ’cause ideas are tenacious it means that they’re worthy
I get freaked out by churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords
But the lyrics are dodgy
And yes I have all of the usual objections to the miseducation of children, who in tax-exempt institutions
Are taught to externalise blame
And to feel ashamed
And to judge things as plain right and wrong
But I quite like the songs.

I’m not expecting big presents
The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolates is just fine by me.

‘Cause I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
I’ll be seeing my dad
My brothers and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun.

And you my baby girl
My jetlagged infant daughter
You’ll be handed round the room
Like a puppy at a primary school
And you won’t understand
But you will learn someday
That wherever you are and whatever you face
These are the people who’ll make you feel safe in this world
My sweet blue-eyed girl

And if my baby girl
When you’re twenty-one or thirty-one
And Christmas comes around
And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
You’ll know whatever comes
Your brothers and sisters, and me and your mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun
Whenver you’ll come
Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
Your grandparents, cousins, and me and your mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Darling, when Christmas comes
We’ll be waiting for you in the sun, drinking white wine in the sun,
Waiting for you in the sun, waiting for you, waiting.

I, I really like Christmas
It’s sentimental I know.