John Prine, Christmas in Prison.
The searchlight in the big yard swings around with the gun
And it spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun.
music
Nora’s freezin’ on the trolley
Big Louie finds himself on the naughty list.
Walla Walla, Wash., an’ Kalamazoo!
Robert Earl Keen, Merry Christmas From the Family. Almost certainly the only Christmas song to reference AA, Bloody Marys, and tampons.
With Boston Charlie
Lambert, Hendricks & Ross wish you a cool yule.
Deck us all
Lines I like
Last summer I swam in a public place and a reservoir to boot
At the latter I was informal, at the former I wore my suit
I wore my swimming suit
Loudon Wainwright III
The Swimming Song
Lines I like
Lines I like
To sit in solemn silence in a dull, dark dock,
In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,
Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!
W.S. Gilbert
Ko-Ko, Pooh-Bah, and Pish-Tush contemplate losing their heads.
From The Mikado by Gilbert and Sullivan.
Merry Christmas, everybody
The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl, Fairytale of New York. Christmas dreams, shattered and otherwise. Grubby lyrics and soaring music. Tenderness and hope – which, after all, is what Christmas is all about.
Merry Christmas. And a tip of the tuque to Walt Kelly, who loved Christmas.
…Boola boola Pensacoola hullabaloo!
Half Man Half Biscuit, It’s Clichéd to be Cynical at Christmas. Half Man Half Biscuit stand firm against the forces of Christmas snark.
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