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A Christmas Cowboy
04:14
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When the liminal saloon called time
A tintinnabulum of stars, they filled the sky
And I'll swear that they read
Spirit come back
To my arms
Under a killing moon
I fired my last caps at a pock-marked sky
I'd forgotten who I was saving them for and why
When the wind blew the syllables in I heard:
Spirit come back
To my arms
I nearly dreamed a dream of sleep
I nearly caught that songbird of peace
I nearly laid my foolish drunken boots in a shrunken-head bedroom
That I once knew
Spirit come back
To my arms
Into these arms
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Drab tidings of nothing I bring
I haven't got the heart
To let the guitar ring
I'll re-wrap last year's chords
Meter and melody
Like a secret Santa from an office wanker
Like a jumper with a mistletoe joke
Cos you're all a bunch of bastards
And I'm all out of cheer
And all you're getting this year is a B-side
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