O: Damien Rice
I'd like to slap Damien Rice in the face for making an album that completely and utterly twists my soul. One of my favorite tracks describes this album to a T "Delicate". Other fav tracks: "Cold Water", "Cheers Darlin", "Blowers Daughter", "I Remember", "All Dressed Up", "Moody Monday". Sweet, tender, dark and ethereal.
While not a Christmas album, this CD contains, in my opinion, one of the greatest carols ever written. Far from traditional, "Fairytale of New York" is the drunken reverie of a soused up man and his soused up gal in the lock-up re... While not a Christmas album, this CD contains, in my opinion, one of the greatest carols ever written. Far from traditional, "Fairytale of New York" is the drunken reverie of a soused up man and his soused up gal in the lock-up reflecting on their love on Christmas Eve. The female singer, Kristy McColl, had several hits of her own before her tragic death. Shane McGowan, the lead singer of the Pogues, is one of the most talented and troubled artists in the history of Irish music. A real genius and his own worst enemy. Dark, haunting, beautiful and real. If you want to hear the song, check it out on youtube. It doesn't do it justice, but you'll get the idea.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ff3aoSyYOVs Here's the Wikipedia history: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairytale_of_New_York For me, the season doesn't start until I begin blasting this around the house. Love it. Absolutely love it. It perfectly captures the dysfunction and beauty of the season. Fairytale of New York: It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew I turned my face away And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling This year's for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When all our dreams come true They've got cars big as bars They've got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you It's no place for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging, All the drunks they were singing We kissed on a corner Then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing "Galway Bay" And the bells were ringing out For Christmas day You're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed You scumbag, you maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it's our last I could have been someone Well so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I first found you I kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you