A Los Campesinos! Christmas

by Los Campesinos!

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kujos
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kujos i love christmas AND los campesinos! :D Favorite track: Lonely This Christmas.
Ste
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Ste Christmas distilled really. Love it. Favorite track: Kindle A Flame In Her Heart.
Flint
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Flint For when your Christmas party needs an extra dose of razor sharp, bitter wit. Favorite track: When Christmas Comes.
Xander Atwood
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Xander Atwood A fantastic album with infectious Christmas tunes. A Doe To A Deer has such fantastic energy and is the only Christmas-y song that I eagerly listen to throughout the year. Favorite track: A Doe To A Deer.
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thecommabandit LC!'s trademark melancholy shatters the myth of Christmas while somehow simultaneously being full of unironically saccharine seasonal cheer. The only Christmas music I need. Favorite track: A Doe To A Deer.
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1.
When I go home I will walk via tinseltown,  down LED avenues, jingle bells all around Where they pluck all the stars from out the sky,  and they hang them from rafters up on high  I wished away the last year, it was the worst of times,  audition for ass end of horse in village pantomime. Just to hear your voice calling from the back “it’s behind you!” oh yeh thank God for that Christmas Eve, torrential rain One single snowflake on this plain I held you in gloved hands and I’m not letting go  New Year to November It’s looming near, it lingers close Into December, when Christmas comes, what’s lurking goes Saved hard all Winter to ensure your stocking’s full, joined the choir, took myself door to door making small change with all the carollers every mention of His name changed to yours A dream of you stood naked as Christmas tree,  left unattended ’til second week of February. In the morning, you’re lying next to me Covered in gold, stole from nativity Can you hear it? Let the bells chime! Lift your glasses high  for the Boy Child!
2.
I came two weeks before Christ,  not tender nor mild, from the womb I came a-wailing "silent night! ",  but I'll give you something to believe in You'll see three ships sailing in I'm a frail evergreen, be a bauble hanging off of me,  pine needles pricking at your bare feet I'll be anything you want of me, carrot nosed encased in snow An angel teetering atop a tree, vomiting from vertigo If you'll be mine for Christmas: a doe to a deer. I'll be home for Christmas, and home will be here. I'm three sheets to the wind,  but the wind is a sleet, and this sheet ain't one of snow to play beneath,  and my nose is red, from the whisky I'm Boxing Day game away Shirtless cherubs on the terrace, singing hymns, praying the saviour scores today,  and that he is one but not the only If you're looking for me, follow any star 'cause I will be around, no matter where you are I'm CCTV video late night on Christmas Eve,  window shopping in full Santa suit,  blind drunk on the high street Never got a gift, gold, frankincense or myrrh and never would've cared if you could just have her I'm Christmas morning stumbling home up the cul-de-sac,  flanked by kids upon new bikes,  stabilising my walk back
3.
Traditional, with original lyrics by Rob. The Holly and the Ivy, when both are full grown, of all the trees in the wood, the Holly bears the crown O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer and the playing of the merry organ Sweet singing of the choir. The Holly bears a blossom as white as lily flower And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, to be our sweet Saviour. The Holly bears a berry as red as any blood And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, to do poor sinners good. The Holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn. And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, on Christmas Day this morn. Last Christmas I drove home, just my sister and me 200 miles from London, to a small town by the sea. The subtle trails of snowfall swept round our rental van And we drifted into morning, as Christmas day began. And the rising of the sun, and the running of the deer.
4.
“HARK!” the herald angels sing, “the boy’s a cherub, let him be” And you harmonised more beautifully than they could At 8 years old I played the role of Gabriel dressed head to toe, in white denim though with less optimistic foresight Your lips land lightly, like Robin Redbreast’s feet in the snow, I hold you tightly like your halo’s lined with mistletoe Thawing my heart like morning frost, falling under my feet Oh silent night, oh lonely week Merry Christmas I wish you were here Merry Christmas Maybe 5, 10, 15, 20 years Kindle a flame in her heart, kindle a flame You’ve got to untie me from these bows, wrap your arms around me like swaddling clothes On the sixteenth day I opened up the window, found a lump of coal and rammed it down my stupid, greedy throat On the seventeenth you came around, my tiny teeth had been ground down, but then you turned them back to smiles with just one kiss, now listen to this…
5.
Before the ice gritters and after the drunks I tiptoe down the stairs to fill the stockings up Believe me when I say “I wouldn’t have it any other way” White snow, may turn to grey But Christmas sky is blue, if us is me and you Unwrapping your gifts down a Motorola on pre-pay Because the trains don’t run,  not on Christmas day. We sit in paper hats, our stomachs gorged We vow to get drunk before we get bored
6.

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released December 8, 2014

Produced by Tom
Recorded in Tom's house and at Musicbox Studios by Tom (with help from Sweet Baboo and Lewis Griffiths) apart from Track 3 recorded in Rob’s house by Rob
Mixed by John Goodmanson
Mastered by Mazen Murad at Metropolis.

All songs by Los Campesinos!, except ‘Lonely This Christmas’ written and originally performed by Mud.

Track 1 features Katy Rowe on violin.
Track 3 features Harriet Coleman on violin and backing vocals.
Track 4 features Tim Cronin on trumpet.

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