This is a song I recorded over the past few months and wrote back in December… December of 1993 to be more specific. The worst part of being 40 is realizing that the shit you did in college happened twenty years ago. Twenty years ago!
At the time of penning this song I had just transferred to the University of Georgia in Athens, Georgia and lived in a house with some eccentric and unbalanced self-medicating housemates.
My girlfriend at the time wasn’t a big fan of the holidays–one of my (many) nicknames she gave me was “Mr. Christmas.”
Ya see… Christmas was a huge event growing up in my household. At least it was during my childhood years. It’s something that has definitely woven its way into adulthood as I tend to go overboard with the lights and the decorations… the presents… the parties… the eggnog… the Johnny Mathis… A Charlie Brown Christmas. The list goes on and on.
To no one’s delight, I become sentimental at this time of year–at times becoming glassy-eyed and/or exhaustingly moody. Sadly, as the excitement of the holidays dissipates with each passing year, it becomes more and more difficult to experience even the smallest modicum of enchantment. What used to be a bright, colorful and shiny foray into the darkened days of winter now feels like la chose a faire.
“I’m dreaming tonight of a place I love even more than I usually do… and although I know it’s a long road back… I promise you…”
Sing it Johnny.
And this, my friends, is what doggy santa hats are for! Nothing snaps me out of a Christmas funk like putting fake reindeer antlers on the cat. “Who’s a tiny Reindeer?! You’re a tiny Reindeer! Yes you are!”
Of course, this song was written in the early-summer stage of my then chartreuse leaf-colored life. The possibilities! Had I written this song today it probably would’ve involved someone slowly drowning trying to rescue a baby whale (that also dies).
Lyrically the song suggests a visceral construct of Christmas and winter–only to be lightly bludgeoned with “I don’t like Christmas”. But I don’t think the narrator minds much as there’s still hope. Or something.
What She Said (I don’t like xmas)
music and lyrics D. Ziegler-Voll ©1993-2012
this house is old, I said this house is old
rusted tin cans lined up in a row
barbed wire, color true and true
golden fields, a harvest overdue
what she said I thought I heard
angels singing o’er the plain
I mistook those thoughts I read
I don’t like xmas is what she said
my hands are cold, there’s still a ways to go
I see that winter bitter smell of snow
calling cheer, a tractor steers to die
she spots a bird, it’s perched and then it flies
comfort here, or comfort on the couch
comfort there I think I love this house
coffee’s on, windows painted frost
next year we’re here never to be lost
and all of the things I asked for…
I never thought to ask for this
I was thinking of posting a recording of this same song that I recorded on a Roland VS-880 in 1999, but I figured that (naturally) everyone would like the older rougher version better. So you only get the newer slightly better version. Don’t worry, there are plenty of mistakes on this version for your enjoyment.
Please add this to your holiday collection… free Mp3 download here.