Category: folk

Not the same song, but Christmas and 12 days mentioned are still rampant. “All 12 Days” is a remonstrance from Bah & the Humbugs for you not celebrating (and getting the time off work) for the complete holiday. (Warning: original ’12 Days’ are included in here.) Still, fun exhortatory symphony.

Humorous filtered rap from lil dimwit, “Kill a Tree” pokes fun at the mad trads of the season, including 12 days of Christmas movies.

Misery makes for good music: Anyway It’s been twelve days, Now your tracks are filled with snow croon-mopes Karma Queen in “What’s So Merry?” Descending pop chords that spiral into fractals.

Church Pants also dreads the worst, like when it “Rains on Christmas.” Tinkly altpop that muses over Cleaning up ornaments of glass, Waiting for twelve days to pass. Dreamy.

Angelic pop from Lorena McKennitt wishes us for Twelve days in the year much mirth and good cheer “In Praise of Christmas.” (Actually it’s ‘Drive the Cold Winter Away’ but more evangelical.) Uplifting.

Rufus Wainwright’s excellent 99%er folk tale “Spotlight on Christmas” measures of plight of the workers (Christmas hours) over the rich (diamonds and pearls): You could measure it in blood, You could measure it in mud; Let us say for these twelve days Put the measurin’ away Cause it’s Christmas.

Pullin’ sixteen, coaches shoutin’ ho ho ho Who needs a sleigh, “Santa’s Got a Choo-Choo Train” honky-tonks Blake Shelton for all he’s worth (which it guess is a lot [100 million]). Good country fun.

The antidote for that would be Macabre’s “Holidays of Horror.” Simmons went crazy, Murdered sixteen, Fourteen of them family; He killed them For the holidays. 1987 spree-killing in Arkansas presented in music hall metal.

That reminds me of Set It Off’s classic metal “This Christmas (I’ll Burn It to the Ground).” and by it, they mean: One thousand gifts, and sixteen trees all lay in a heave in a cul-de-sac, I strike my match, and I drench the trail of gasoline. Yeah, it’s like that.

e. d. slyter gifts his wife with an Xmas song every year or so. Recently he sang the folk ballad “Sixteen” (as in I love you like we’re sixteen–I don’t mean that as a good thing). He admits to being a control freak and going through her stuff on a regular basis. But, hey, it’s Christmas.

A frozen moment in poetry, “Coeur D’alene Lake Christmas Eve ’98” by Harrison Lemke haunts us with night before ghosts: The lit up numbers on the microwave Say it’s still Christmas Eve for twenty minutes longer. Eerie pop.

I can only sense earnestness rom “Christmas Eve (Where Reindeer Dare) (Mommy Can I Go Out and Carol Tonight?)” a metal masher from Lamonta. When they cheer Can’t believe my luck Grandma sent me 20 bucks! i believe in the true meaning.

Welcome back to Angry Johnny and The Killbillies! “Twenty Years Ago This Christmas” is more cornpone folk strumming, but–this time–i think the cheater/leaver isn’t gunned down, cleaned up, and buried in the backyard. The sad protagonist, however, may not make it.

Cady Groves sees Papa around Christmas for 20 years behind bars. Their “Crying Game” includes too-soon demises, poverty, and apathy. It’s a pop song to wake us all out of this misery matrix, but it’s so pretty i’m lulled.

Wil E. Haze is BLUE ALERT rolling by with 20 nah rims and Christmas Trees and more… “O Chronic Tree” is smokin’ rap of moderate naughtiness.

Also way down home, comes the country slow-burn of “Christmas Like the Movies.” Richard Watson drawls about Santa, who was barely twenty when he began work in the factory. Mrs. Claus is at the Walmart. Rudolph still thinks he’s some big deal. The iconic image of Xmas feels a million miles away. Now i’m sad.

Micah Edwards croons some blues-ish pop (lotsa brass) for his “December 26.” Definitely sad without you. The tree’s not enough.

It’s over. “december twenty-sixth” by Carly Paige is whispery pop about regret and loss and trauma and the break up. some days are worse than others.

Metal discordance from Everygrey makes “December 26“the time I remember when the nightmares began On that cold night of December 26th. Those big black eyes, guys.

I don’t wanna wreck another holiday, rocks The Resolutions (feat Todd Wright) determined to stick it out with you. “December 26” has hope; let’s take a sleigh ride!

Kinda over you, Foxchase would like to sleep in ’til “December 26.” Garage pop with one of those kiddie xylophones.

Right about now, I’ve had it up to here, sweetly warbles Tom Watson with light gentle folk. “December 26“?–good riddance! Delightful.

The numbers are beginning to match the date (twelve/twenty-five), so this number-naming songs will make much of that. But we’ll start earlier: I’ve been waiting by my window Since November 26th, begins the elegiac “I Don’t Need Snow This Christmas.” King has fun with irony in this pop stumbler.

The Oak Ridge Boys would like to reach around the world and give away days like Santa (??!?). There’s October 29, and that Saturday in May–but, for our purposes: To that little girl who’s hungry I’d give November 26th, Leftover turkey with the family. These “Ordinary Days” remind us of the Xmas spirit, and so does the watered-down country for their magnificent barbershop quartetting.

Drink a 26er on the 25th! chortles Carolyn Mark in “The Christmas Song.” A fine pop drinking song that needs to be shouted by those who know who they are.

Curiously romantic rap about hoes, Rosroc’s “Tha Wish List” insists on being good, wanting the loved girl, and I wish I could cop a Dodge Ram and throw some 26 inch rims and a lift kit on that bitch. BLUE ALERT, ho!

The prettiest BLUE ALERT i’ve ever posted (yeah i’m a sucker for violins) , Altarviolet’s “This Christmas Can Eat a Dick” is not a hater, but a sympathizer for the lost, the put-upon, and the miserable. Still, bully for you who like it: Merry Christmas to the ones who cannot wait till the clock strikes 26. Alt-folk.

Make it a Merry Christmas and leave, croons Paper Route about a messy ex stopping by for Xmas. By the 27th day I’ll have put the tree away for the “City Trucks” to haul off. Be gone by then. A pretty pop tune for a harsh truth.

“Freaky Santa” can’t wait for December 27th girl. This R+B rapping seduction from Sunset Dreamer Man (feat. Eleni) preys on the lonely AFTER the work is done. Naughty!

October 27 might be too early, still Fralphie Jenkins alt-swoons “Christmas But I Might” like a drunken shopper with a receipt-eating grin. Can’t help yaseff!

“Christmas in Hollis But Every Other Beat is Missing” is one of stunts pulled on a DMC classic, and it sounds like December twenty-seventh! Ha to the hardy har.

Long Time Friend has a hippie message for you with appropriate flute looping folk rock in “I’m Just Saying.” 27 shot dead on Christmas, 36 every day of the year… if you need more–song’s got ‘ed.

Blake Shelton (feat. Reba) yodels the corn outta “Oklahoma Christmas.” See they can’t get home for the holidays (40 Westbound is a sheet of ice) from TN.

While on the road, note the odd Limey rap of Central Cee on the A40 tryna act lidge, when I hit the backroad, I’ll pick up the speed The trap phone jump two, three, and I’m on two fours like Christmas Eve. “Xmas Eve” is a BLUE ALERT road trip of troubles.

While we’re tolerating the BLUE ALERT let’s tolerate the comedy of Twiztid’s “A Very Twiztid Christmas.” This is an epic farce of angry believing, violent tendencies, and hazy celebration–the presents are wrapped Shaggy’s style through with a 40 in a sac.

Wait, you want meaning? James Wotal drags out the soapbox and folksings the damnation of materialism in “Blinded by Christmas.” 40% off and free FedEx shipping isn’t the true meaning after all!

Quick sidebar before we begin: ‘Rocko’s Modern Christmas’ special of 1994 featured tunes with 60 in the title for no better reason, perhaps, than they were a minute long. So, quick shout out to Richard Myhill’s “Ho Ho Dance 60” and James Abbott and Alex Adams’s “We’re Gonna Party 60.” Mix those into your rumpus room soundtracks, stat.

Spirit of the West is also time-attuned, “Roadside Attraction” begins with the chill of 60 days ’til Christmas. The whole deal is about breaking out of your rut, but–you know–in time for the holidays is implied!

Time figures into rate, so “Supercharged Santa Claus” can get it from 0 to 60. Party rap from Kwanza Jones (feat. Matty).

But, we’re still in the moderate temperature zone. Pirate God whisper-raps over ‘Last Christmas’ rhythms a “Christmas Eve Freestyle” more concerned about the 60 degrees than the BLUE ALERT bullies and needs.

Uke swing from Christina Rose enjoys a “Summer Christmas” of some 60 degrees. Hawaiian vacays matter.

Let’s deep dive the nostalgia of northern Maine for a mo. “60 Watt Colored Light Bulbs” used to hang in strings over Main Street for a more festive community–according to Flooded Cellar and their homespun folk poppabilly. Woulda been a wonderland, woo woo.

Insistent soul from Sunny lists the wants, including an 80″ screen TV. “Sunny Christmas” seems satisfying, at least materially.

Waka Flocka Flame machine-gun-raps “Grinch” about Gucci had stole 80 pounds–but it’s reefer, brah. Not cool. Now there’s no tree.

“Christmas on Interstate 80” is a juke joint country story from 5 Chinese Brothers. It’s as sad and as hopeful as you’d imagine.

Bish bash bong woo! We’ll be loving Christmas Day Oh, when we’re 80–or so says the headache-inducing pop of Girls Aloud in “I Wanna Kiss You so (Christmas in a Nutshell).” All i want for Christmas is my two Excedrin.

There are roughly 80 Christmases in a lifetime, begins “Adult Christmas” by Moon Moon Moon. This reflective alt-pop emotional exploration is BLUE ALERT brutal so strap in.

Legit country folk from Sofia Tolvak might redeem the whole mess. “One Last Christmas Wish” comes from when you’re eighty years old and you can still remember the love of your life around the tree. ‘Scuse me a moment….