Alternativa julsånger

Har nu börjat spela min julspellista och haft en fantastisk julhandelslördag i bokhandeln = julkänslor på plats, och därmed har jag fixat till mina skisser på alternativa julsånger, ursprungligen inspirerat av kusin Anna Vintersvärd:

Rudolph the rednosed werewolf
Had some very shiny teeth
And if you ever saw him …
Why’d you stray out on that heath?

Force of our fathers, living still
In spite of Empire, Sith, and the dark
Galaxy will indeed be free
Luminous beings we are after all
Do and not try, we will not fail
We will be true to Jedi ways

Natten går tysta fjät
Liksom vampyrer
Kring jord som soln förlät
Ack! halsblessyrer

Buffy slays, Buffy slays, slaying all the way
Oh what fun it is to slay with the scoobies night and day, hey!

I’m dreaming of a wifi Christmas
Where all the gifsets promptly load

Gläns över sjö och strand,
TARDIS i fjärran

Jag såg Dean som kysste Castiel
Tänk om Crowley hade kommit då

Det enda Putte vill ha i julklapp
Är ett Hogwarts-inträdesbrev

Nu tändas tusen lyktgubbar
På skogens mörka myr
Och tusen locka dig åstad
Och ingen morgon gryr

Och så hela långa Faerietale of New York (finns som separat post här)

It was Solstice Eve, babe
Under Brooklyn Bridge
An old troll said to me,
Won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got to that rainbow’s end
Came on that pot of gold
I've got a feeling
Our story’s not all told
So happy Solstice
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They’ve got cars made of iron
And oil in the bay
The wind tears at my wings
It’s no place for the fey
When you stood by my side
On a cold Midearth night
You promised December would turn into May

You were elfin
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the banshees finished playing
They howled out for more
The sirens were singing
And the Wild Hunt was swinging
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night

The dryads of Central Park are singing darkness into light
And the stars are ringing out for Solstice night

You’re a bum, you’re a puck
You’re as ancient as fuck
Living there almost dead
With no leaves on your head
You black dog, you selkie
You cheap lousy kelpie
Happy Christmas our arse
Pray that it’s our last

The dryads of Central Park are singing darkness into light
And the stars are ringing out for Solstice night

We should be in the woods
There are so many ‘should’s
You took my woods from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my woods here with you

The dryads of Central Park are singing darkness into light
And the stars are ringing out for Solstice night