CS 31.12.06
This song really reflects the weird cacophonous effect I always get on new year’s eve. Look backwards too long and all you see is crapola. So this song is a litany and a garbage-bag, my hymn to the passing year. Scroll down for lyrics.
Play safely tonight, and I will see you on the other side. Lots of love from Calendar Girl.
Shangalang
You’re a fantasy
Monkey in a birdcage
You wrote all over every tear-soaked page
Ache & Shake
Ordinary guy
Dog day on a trampoline
Promise in the turn-ups of your jeans
Oh, there are whistles and bells
Miracles
In a town called kill, and who’s your friend
there?
Oh, there are sinking ships
Kisses on lips
In a town called kill
Salty rooms
Tiger in your dreams
Fairy tales at bedtime
A silver trick that you were slighted by
Underground
Put a spider there
Got that goodbye look you gave
Take back all the tidy beds you made
Oh, there are whistles and bells
Miracles
In a town called kill, and who’s your friend there?
Oh, there are sinking ships
Labyrinths
In a town called kill
There are souvenirs
Of your forgotten years
There’s a town called kill, and who’s your friend there?
Things you do so well
A spinning top, inside a ringing bell
Mirrorball
An Aladdin’s cave
Words you said were good enough
House filled up with all this junky stuff
Icicles
Get their just deserves
Listen to the organ play
Take back every tidy bed you made
Oh, there are whistles and bells
Miracles
In a town called kill, and who’s your friend there?
Oh, there are sinking ships
Kisses on lips
In a town called kill
A town called kill