A properly melancholy tune about being in out in L.A. for the holidays, and remembering why: 'For this dream, all threadbare-faded, that I patch up with Believe... I'm stuck here in Los Angeles... all alone on Christmas Eve.'
Acoustic guitar & piano based songs. These are storyteller tunes, lyrics-driven, emotionally charged, never bubblegum. Lemme know if it makes you feel? Thank
"Music that talks to you, your dreams, your hopes, your desires..."
Story behind the song
I wrote this tune back in the early 90's, the unofficial title tue on the Threadbare Dreams album. A properly melancholy tune, it's about being in out in L.A. for the holidays, and remembering why I was looking at people buying dried up Xmas trees in 80 degree weather while my family celebrated a white Xmas back home. "For this dream, all threadbare-faded, that I patch up with Believe... I'm stuck here in Los Angeles... all alone on Christmas Eve." There's an unreleased version in which I manage to include Momma, The train, truck, dog, losing a job, girlfiend, best friend, and getting drunk all in one verse, so it's offially a country tune. I was planning on selling it to Garth, but just about that time, he had his first retirement, so I decided to hang on to it.
Lyrics
It's rainin' at my window
Like tears upon my heart
Hear it's snowin' in Colorado,
And Chicago's abut to start.
Twenty-fourth day of December,
It's Christmas Eve, they say,
But here in sunny California,
Seems just like any other day
Another Christmas in Los Angeles
Where the angels do not sing
People all say 'Merry Christmas,'
But their words don't mean a thing.
They're sellin' trees all brown and dirty
While it's 78 outside
I close my eyes and picture home,
And the life I left behind
For this dream, all threadbare, faded
That I patch up with Believe
I'm stuck here in Los Angeles
All alone on Christmas Eve...
Didn't hang no decorations,
I didn't send out any cards,
Just a candle and a prayer to God
That the night won't be too hard.
I really miss my family -
Our tradition's roots run deep.
More than any other time of year,
Back home's where I want to be!
Another Christmas in Los Angeles
Where the angels do not sing
People all say 'Merry Christmas,'
But their words don't mean a thing.
They're sellin' trees all brown and dirty
While it's 78 outside
I close my eyes and picture home,
And the life I left behind
For this dream, all threadbare, faded
That I patch up with Believe
I'm stuck here in Los Angeles
All alone on Christmas Eve...
I don't wanna be
Stuck here with no Christmas cheer
All alone on Christmas Eve...
