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A Lonely Christmas Out Here |
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| This is the first song I ever wrote for the Chiaroscuro Reading Series. When I performed it, most of the people in the room knew me only as "that shy girl who did some song about Toronto last spring" or even just "that shy girl who's really awkward and never says anything to anyone." As I started into the song, I could see everyone cringing, preparing to force out polite applause for the inappropriately schmaltzy Christmas music. Then I got to the line about zombies. By the end of the song, everyone was singing along. And that was when I knew I wanted to be...AN ASTRONAUT. |
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| A Lonely Christmas Out Here |
| It’s near six o’clock now on Christmas, and you’re
Just beginning to carve up the meat. Watching you, we find ourselves longing for Mirth and acceptance and something to eat. But the doors are shut fast; we are banned from the hall. It’s hard to just take it in stride. Being a zombie is no fun at all When everyone’s staying inside. And we all shrink away from the light, And dream of you running out into the night, And giving in suddenly without a fight As we feast on your pain and fear. It’s a lonely Christmas out here. The zombie apocalypse is lots of fun, All gore and indelible stains. We do so enjoy having you on the run And savour the screams as we dine on your brains. But it’s different tonight; not a one of you’s tried To shoot us or hack us in two. So now, for the very first time since we died, You’ve left us with nothing to do. And we all shrink away from the light, And dream of you running out into the night, And giving in suddenly without a fight As we feast on your pain and fear. It’s a lonely Christmas out here. Brains, brains, dreaming of brains, Dreaming of scheming to break down your door. Ding, dong, unnaturally strong, We find that we’re missing you more...and more... [Bridge, which may or may not be a cheeky version of "Silent Night"] The night’s wearing on, and the streets are still stark- -ly empty of all but the dead. It’s strange to feel wistfully lost in the dark; We generally just tear your limbs off instead. But this night is a special one, and we regret You can’t share it with us. You know, We may be monsters, but you’ll join us yet; We’re aware that you’ve nowhere to go. Soon you’ll all shrink away from the light, And dream of them running out into the night, And giving in suddenly without a fight As you feast on their pain and fear. It’s a lonely Christmas out here. And we all shrink away from the light, And dream of you running out into the night, And giving in suddenly without a fight As we feast on your pain and fear. It’s a lonely Christmas out here. Back to Music page |