Atheist Advent 2011

True Lullaby Promise me baby that you will not cry And I will sing you a true lullaby There are no reasons for tears anymore All reasons for tears are forgotten Promise me baby that you'll never be sad Think of the dreams that a child should have Dream like a demon, don't let them go Dreams always come true tomorrow Promise me baby for a year and a day You'll walk in the sunshine and not brave the rain Rain will come calling and surely enough There will be moments of sorrow

A song about hitchhiking, which needs work

I’m Going Postal For Christmas I’ve been cooking food for days now Turkey’s on the tray It’s way past autumn baby, no time for making hay But my lover isn’t home yet He really should be hear And my gravy’s getting weaker as I add my salty tears And she says “oh no” And she says “oh no” My lover ain’t home And my turkey’s gone cold He said she was a trifle It did not mean a thing Romance should not be stifled At an office party fling But boy when I first saw her It made alarm bells ring They’re drowning out the church bells going ding-a-ling-aling I’m basting with a vengence Cooking up a stew And in my sprouts I’m carving Some cross-hairs just for you And if Santa Claus comes sliding down that sooty Christmas flue He’s going to get what’s coming Cos these sprouts ain’t just for you