Category: pop music

“Christmas Dream Come True” is the easy listening directive from Jonathan Antoine. Or it’s holiday Mad Libs. Either way gets here.

Metal answers with TEMPERANCE’s “Lost In The Christmas Dream.” It’s got snow, rain, and feelings. And over-enunciated declaratives. Help me find an exit.

Carroll Roberson shares “My Christmas Dream” in clinical detail. Or, overgeneralized abstractions. Jesus will be stopping by….

“My Christmas Dream” is you, as far as Jordan & Michelle wanna holler about. Piano pop with extraordinarily high notes sung.

Slack key country seems dreamlike to me. So when Empty Bottles Broken Hearts takes on “Everybody’s Dreaming Of Christmas (But I’m Just Dreaming Of You)” i’m listening with both ears. Hot’cha.

Five Gold Tans cover the Bah Humbug number “North Pole Dreamin'” wherein Santa & Co. take to the sandy beaches to escape the Arctic frost. Surfing commences, as does surf music. Hence, the dreaming.

Randall Paskemin uses First Nationer music to lead us to dreamtime in “Dreaming of a Christmas.” What IS this?

“Tinsel Tinged Christmas Dreamin’” is  The Christmas Agency… marching their agenda of corporate brainwashing over some punk-lite pop. Will love win out?

Terence Blacker wants “Christmas in Bed” for naughty reasons. But the jolly ragtime ukulele full of randy Brit euphemisms make it easy to sleep through (TV specials solo!).

Lazy Heart Parade also goes for the marathon, not the sprint, with “Christmas in Bed.” Folk pop with lots of harmonizing lyricality. Santa may be involved.

Frank Bango lacks class with his retro pop dance tune “Christmas in Bed with My Baby.” Just my kink, however. Play it again!

Sometimes a bed is just a bed.

“Christmas in Bed” is Greg Alexander’s place to be, ‘cuz that’s where he has all his stuff. Jamming bluesy folk fun. No short sheets for this guy.

Arne Hansen & The Guitarspellers plan for a “Xmas in Bed,” but it’s out of exhaustion–especially of the financial type. Dad rock, but in a good way.

“Christmas in Bed” becomes Heckepits’ foreign language foray into prone positioning. Great pop tune (with whistling), but i suspect–from the hacking and coughing–this isn’t recreational.

Gang Clouds also has some sinus trouble in the heroic rock pop “Let’s Spend Christmas in Our Bed.” This is pre-Pandemic, so prophetic or pathetic–your choice.

Word salad may be more indicative of dreamscape than falling asleep. But i loves me some figurativization in my lyrics.

“Food Coma” is a whole ‘nother repose around the holidays. Comic rap from Young Adults Unleashed runs the menu of symptoms.

“Öh, It’s Christmastime Again!” from Half-handed Cloud has dream imagery, and just plain dream in it. But this indie pop delight ends with going back to sleep (‘cuz it’s Christmas time)! Yes, please.

“Dryer Steam” paints an idyllic bedscape. Durand Bernarr’s R+B ode to warm, fresh sheets offers the adults here a siren call to bed.

Bacio also enjoys a sleep. “I Can’t Wake Up At Dawn” is indie anthemizing with almost too much up beat in the melody. I’ll never sleep through this.

I guess everyone goes to sleep on Dec. XXIV. “Have Yourself a Merry Secular Xmas” is Connor Ratliff & Mikey Erg’s inclusive folk pop about going to bed, just going to sleep, you know, no big thing.

Too creepy to be a lullaby, Jav Douglass (and friends)’s “Oh, Baby, Don’t Cry” is the go-to-sleep Xmas song you didn’t ask for, but now can’t live without. Inspirational pop harmony.

Too tragic to be a lullaby, The Soldiers send orders to go to sleep in their R+B-adjacent “A Soldier’s Christmas Letter.”

If we all go to sleep, He’ll be quicker now intones the modulator in Slimes Souls’ “Santa’s Factory.” Well, i have it on good authority that’s what’s said. Who can tell? Fidgety pop.

Randall Paskemin uses comedy in “The Rezville Christmas Show” to introduce the Weasels singing “Santa’s Near (Go to Sleep)” for some strange reason i can’t see. It’s all very pop and fresh.

“Go To Sleep Under The Xmas Tree” from Retrospec is also not musical as much as it is a DJing of disparate media bites with unrealized purpose. Weee!

sylviaonthehighway belts out a pop ballad about Santa holding sleep hostage in the first 50 seconds of the epic “I Met Santa.” The remaining ten minutes are silence. It’s a metaphor for life! Go to sleep!

“It’s Finally Christmas Time” by El Domiii is practicing English, but with all the customs in place. Much is made of Santa getting to watch–but not you! Go to bed! Lounge pop.

The Wiggles recommend going to bed and making a wish when “Here Come the Reindeer.” Rock and roll -ish, but what’s the deal with checking out Santa’s belt buckle??

BLUE ALERT! “Go the Fuck to Sleep (Christmas Is Coming)” is Wolf Blitzer (the band)’s attempt to cash in on Adam Mansbach’s runaway bestseller. But the gentle lullaby pop doesn’t threaten just with Santa, but also with Jesus coming to your house. Saw those logs and no one will go to hell.

What time is it, kids?! Time for lying inert and unconscious, Buffalo Bob!

Charley Pride borrows some zydeco to jazz up the country in “Santa and the Kids.” If Santa sees you peeking, he’ll just go away! Git them long johns ta bed!

Stevie Wonder’s “Bedtime for Toys” addresses tin soldiers, cotton dollies, even a Mickey Mouse. The inimitable warbler souls out about getting down, getting fast asleep. Listen up, children.

The Dan Collins Band slurringly checks the clock for “Bedtime on Christmas Eve,” a soft pop lullaby of growing impatience.