I couldn't let this year go by without at least partially writing a Cinnaminiatures holiday track. Here are some working lyrics. See you next year with a finished ep.
Terminally Reminiscent (Or Another Song About Faux Fir)
V1
when we were the kings of suburbia
building fortresses in the snow
that the night painted blue first
then street-lamp marigold
bright like they were lit from within
bioluminescent
bright like we were lit from within
lighthouse children
V2
when love was plastered on us
as arrogantly as a ship’s name
and we wanted for nothing really
just plastic piled in a red sleigh
bright like it was lit from within
bioluminescent
bright like we were lit from within
I’m terminally reminiscent
C1
can’t paper snowflakes
can’t a Faux Douglas Fir
can’t Christmas over the phone
can’t my mother in a dream
stand in for the real thing?
for the real thing?
V3
I wanted to strangle you in tinsel
when my feelings got too big for me
I wanted to tangle you in garland
string your guts around the tree
bright like it was lit from within
bioluminescent
bright like we were lit from within
heated and radiant
C2
can’t a holiday special
can’t cinnamon in a candle
can’t visions of sugarplums
can’t my mother on the screen
stand in for the real thing?
for the real thing?