Rizo is dealing with the haters hanging with the 1907 Syndicate and worrying about keeping up. “Life Goes On…” stresses the purpose, but eases on the mad rhymes–Fuck you if you don’t like me I’m just trynna make a living Buy everybody 900 dollar presents for Christmas… which must be the mark of success or something.
The Red Squares represent the smug SOB who tells his girl he’s right. So she takes a Greyhound bus back home for the holidays To be with her East Coast family 900 miles away–not a good sign. “Santa Don’t Stop for Me” is the logical call-out for a boy who’s as bad as any boy can be. But the music is boy band as good as can be.
Greenbriar Lane answers ‘Christmas in the Ghetto’ with their Westcoast East L.A. area code based troubles “Christmastime in the 909.” Rollicking rock that’s not rap, no not really. But something’s gotta be done about these kids and these behavioral problems.
What’s nine one one to you? A call? A car? A calamity? It could be so many things!
Some Karen called 911 when someone Christmas Day was seen breaking and entering in “Santa Got Arrested” by The Arrogant Worms. Bouncy pop. Just what we need.
Pyreworks heavy metals the merry tale of children calling for help when “Santa Died” on the floor of their home–where’s Grampa?!
A 911 Carrera tops RuffGotRhumes’s “My Christmas List.” Inoffensive, nay playful, rap.
JohnLion compares a rare beauty to both Christmas morning and a Porsche 911 in “Sleigh Tonight.” Lusting rap for that red dress.
Nick and Gabe bring it back around to novelty with “Thank God (9/11 Wasn’t on Christmas).” This pop tribute begins with how awful people make the holidays, BUT… ‘coulda been worse. Thanks for the perspective, boys.
The Killers return with another of their killer mini-movie videos. “Dirt Sledding” is all over the place, a hipster poetry dialogue concerning who wants to bring whom what. Red Porsche 944 like Jake In “Sixteen Candles” may be what Santa wants to gift, but the narrator wants it simple: pretty girls, Christmas lights. Driving rock.
An amazing synth rocking family shaggy dog story, “Pink Aluminum Christmas Tree” by Leschen Sessions (feat. Kyle Suppler) begins with drunk dad in a ditch then winds up with the enterprising son cashing in on Ebay to the tune of 953$. Don’t believe it? Listen again!
“Dial 999” is a fun children’s song about Santa crashing and needing emergency services. Plus a house fire, and a runaway cooked turkey. Pauline Willoughby has an odd sense of appropriateness, but when we realize 999 is emergency for the UK all is clear again. Those Brits!
Tortured banjo folk from People Who Look Like Things disses the religiously observant, claiming there are only “1000 Christmases.” Then we’ll be free. They keep singing about it so much, they note there’s only 999 more now. What’s got there goat (lamb?)?
So many songs include the grand number 1.000 for Christmas that some of them just get weird. That’s OH kay with me.
Emerson & Cassidy adorably get the lyrics wrong in “Deck the Holly Thousand Polly,” a kids’ groaner that grandparents everywhere are sure to love.
Oppositely, some judge done sent a thousand families distant in “Christmas in a Cell.” Lil Tjay BLUE ALERT requests mercy for his race for the holidays in this lively rap.
Just as angry/festive Gary Mangred hates those carols Singing about the snow A thousand klo-metres away (as well as the toys, toys toys). “I Wish It Could be Christmas Every Year” would wrangle the true meaning of 12/25 out of the mess we’re in–but it’s so goofy hipster i gotta throw it in the whatever heap. Tortured uke folk.
Metaphorically, “The Castle” by The Flaming Lips is nearly holiday-ish. It seems to psychedelically describe some feminine apex, including her brain. Her brain = The Castle, which is brighter than a thousand Christmas trees. It doesn’t end well in this throwback prog-rock doodler; i’m guessing love was lost. But imagery still burns bright.
“The Little Girl’s Dream” is the Spike Jones spoof on The Nutcracker, so look out for the war ‘against the thousand mice. And bodily noises as instruments. Bloody symphonic nightmare.
Shanta Fuentes’s wishlist Has grown a thousand feet (Where she hopes that Everyone would find peace) in “Snow Baby (Fa La La La Love)”. Diva pop blues that dances more than preaches.
Composercleo laments that There are people in this world Spending a thousand something. But his “Screwge” is a playful be-boppity rap which just complains about the commercialism of gifting. The alternative, he hints, is family.
If being a thousand miles away sucks at Christmas, how good is it to BE home?
“Miss Christmas” is what Abigail Bowers does NOT want to do, b/c of the thousand little moments she loves. So, yeah, not there–but the song so positively whispers in diva jazz pop about the good parts ’bout being there, we’ll count it as there.
Getting cosy with it, “Homemade Christmas” shows Eleri Angharad your love is like a thousand little lights. Her shrill slow pop is romantic and antic at the same time.
Your tree shines out in a thousand shades of gold heralds Christopher Joseph Cortés (feat. Jeremy Perez, Jesse Mclaren & Tim Garcia) in spirited high school glee form by means of “It’s Christmas Time,” a spiraling pop statement of popitude.
How much further apart can you be for Christmas than 1000 miles? Well, we’ve already covered songs that bemoan 12,000 miles. But that 4-digit distance… that’s f-a-r.
Drove a thousand miles just to see you smile warble Goo Goo Dolls in “This is Christmas.” Alt-pop laconism. Effective.
Also weary, “Won’t be Home for Christmas” recounts how yet again There’s a thousand miles between us (And another year that’s seen us throw it all away). Flyte marches in a sorrowful holiday pop drum beat.
Under the tree Wrapped presents w/ your name On the marquee A thousand miles away boy band pop Amely with “Christmas Time Again.” I’m not sure where they’re going with that. Bouncy, though.
All the flights have been delayed phones in John Legend a thousand miles away. He’ll be there “By Christmas Eve“–you can count on him. Earnest soul.
Larson Lee admits “This Christmas Day (I’m Far Away).” Less lugubrious, more chimey pop the thousand miles away doesn’t seem so bad.
Well about 1000 miles away Lives a big ole jolly man With presents on his sleigh sings David Brodie in the oddly serious “December 24th (One Night).” Not sure what the odometer will read when he’s done, but this perky bluegrass limned pop rejoices.
