Sometimes the lights are in your face, all over the place, too fast to chase… and you can’t draw a bead on their meaning. It means that your meds aren’t working, or that lights have outgrown their symbolic roots and have become the new reality. Cope!
Monica hypnotically chants about Christmas night and how “I Saw Light.” I’d give it a BLUE ALERT if i could understand it.
Darlene Como similarly warbles and creates, now with fewer actual words, a strange world for the holidays with “Twisted Christmas Lights in Romantic India.” May i presume so much that all is not well here?
FoloSound colors outside the rap lines with a story of love(?) and heartbreak(?) (or just music) with “808s & Christmas Lights.” The 808s from aught i can gather is the electronic beat machine setting the rhythm here.
Eric Lichter gets coffeehouse beat poet in “Christmas Lights for Matadors.” This balletic word salad may yield to explication, but i’ll swim and sway happily regardless (mostly to the banjo parts). Fine alt-folk.