There’s a pub across from the police station
Where we say our peace and make our statements
With wooden floors and fluid barmaids
We raise our glasses to the dearly departed
It’s standing room only at Christmas
You see the faces of old flames and near misses
And the jukebox in the middle of the room like an informer
Used to play Tricky ‘Hell is Round the Corner’
As shadows slink from across the road
I can hardly think and I’ve lost ma phone
I’ll have one more drink then I’m walking home
At Christmas Eve ghosts visit me
Through tread-worn streets they trip and weave
And in my sleep they live and breathe
Fixing the cracks and returning the missing piece
A building built of lights and bricks
The street décor hasn’t changed since 1996
The town centre echoes of lost love
Among closed down traders and boarded up shop-fronts
Calling your name to the refrain:
‘It might not be much but it’s ours all the same’
The lights go first, a scream with no words
Short circuited in diversion signs for road works
As the shadows slink from across the road
I can hardly think and I’ve lost ma phone
I’ll have one more drink then I’m walking home
At Christmas Eve ghosts visit me
Through tread-worn streets they trip and weave
And in my sleep they live and breathe
Fixing the cracks and returning the missing piece
One year I got a kicking here, head split
The red blood on the white snow looked very festive
Every Christmas Eve I’m visited by ghosts
But they can’t tell me anything I don’t already know
Time… of reflection and looking glass reflections
Evolving progression or healthy regression
Unlike Scrooge’s ghosts that made him a new man
The ghosts that visit here remind me who I am
If it keeps snowing like this there’ll be a lock in
Pivoting from German to English, disco to soft rock, the groovy Swiss duo branch out on their first album in six years. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024