Insidious pop from Megan & Liz do All the counts: I wanna get up at five, Wanna feel like I’m six, Start a party at seven Keep it goin’, keep it goin’ Way past eleven; Wish it was Christmas time All the time! “It’s Christmas Time” is approved by Homeland Security to break sanity.
Ne-Yo has the sexy thing going on Xmas night: But its 2 am and we’ve been at it since 11:15. “Open Mine Tonight” is hot R+B in every room, every hour, until the kids show up.
Inca Jones has the regrets of “Another Miserable Christmas.” And its eleven thirty, and I’m feeling dirty Because I cursed you, and hurt you, and made you mad. So, lonely.
“This Ain’t New Jersey” is a couple’s last chance in a bar while the snow seals us in for the night. It’s tough times: Eleven thirty, Christmas Eve turning into Christmas Day: I ask you how you’re feeling; You answer ‘I’m aging.’ Hard pop. American tragedy from Smith & Burrows.
It’s “Christmas Everyday” for those freaks in the White House according to Snog’s early 2000s political analysis. [Dick Cheney’s in Halliburton heaven Since September Eleven.] Harsh commentary to anthematic pop.