26 December 2012
Here I am, under the tree, Not entirely sure if I'm free, Wondering when ol' fatty will come, Waiting to see if he'll bring joy and fun.
Four days since the solstice, Four days since we skipped the apocalypse, Hearing the heartbeat of my bass, Thinking I'm just a total nutcase.
And yet, in the darkened night I cry, Knowing that my dreams will never fly, It's a cold wet Christmas, And gone is all the bass.
Actually, what the hell am I writing? Just some crazy upon mad rambling? That was a terrible line, I know, But tell you what? If you hate me, just turn away and go.
Dark Christmas • Opuss № I