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
Subsonic Eye combines math rock, dream pop, and guitar sounds borrowed from post-rock for songs that whirl and flurry, but never quite settle. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 15, 2023