California Christmastime Blues [song] FWD

Tom Boland (wgcp@earthlink.net)
Wed, 29 Dec 1999 16:43:20 -0800 (PST)


FWD  1999

     CHRISTMASTIME BLUES
     by Miranda Joan Howe

The sun sets on another beautiful California day,
They tell me this is christmas eve.
And I suppose it is more than just a day
To those who buy, sell and/or believe.

Well my friends say I should write
Some kind of christmas song.
And I say well all right
But no carrolers are gonna wanna sing along.
But I guess another honest song is always a gift
The world could clearly use.
So here is my beautiful,
My pagan, my political,
My blue eyed, blue skyed,
Don't look like rain anytime soon
California, christmas christmas christmas
Christmastime blues.

Well it ain't no merry christmas
Because of nor despite no jesus
There's been more killin, more maimin,
More ruin and disease
In the name of mohammad, and abraham
And this guy you keep callin the
Prince of Peace.
Ain't no merry christmas eve
For the widowers, widows, orphans
And parents who grieve.

This year there's too many brand new graves
Like wounds on this all too human earth.
Don't tell me your redeemer saves,
Today's no big deal more than
               anybody else's date of birth.
Every person's holy, a messiah, a hero,
Every face is a mask of the god head.
If we all could just start from zero
I mean be treated equal, all get fed,
Get medicine and school,
A roof over every head
Then maybe I'd say merry, merry something
Then maybe I'd join with you all and sing.
But in the meantime...

My friends say I should write
Some kind of christmas song
And I say well all right
But no carrolers are gonna wanna sing along.
I guess another honest song is a gift
The world could clearly use
So here is my beautiful,
My pagan, my political,
My blue eyed, blue skyed,
Don't look like rain anytime soon
California, christmas christmas christmas
Christmastime blues.

And ain't no happy new year
For those two million americans
In all them state and federal prisons.
And we'd all be there too
If anybody followed our decisions.
Not much yule time cheer
For the three hundred thousand of them
Who done nothin but get caught
With bud, leaf, seed or stem.
Ain't no happy new year
For the homeless and the underpaid
The persecuted and prosecuted who
Live every day of every season afraid.
No it ain't no merry christmas
For those in chains and cuffs
It ain't no happy new year
For those who live in fear.

No two thousand year old baby
Is gonna set us free.
Its up to you and me
To wake up and see
What we need to do.
So instead of all this virgin birth hoodo
And this santa caused voodoo
I'd rather celebrate each of you.

Well my friends say I should write
Some kind of christmas song.
And I say well all right.
But no carrolers are gonna wanna sing along.
But I guess another honest song is a gift
The world could clearly use.
So here is my beautiful,
My pagan, my political,
My blue eyed, blue skyed,
Don't look like rain anytime soon
California, christmas christmas christmas
Christmastime blues.

copyright 1999 Miranda Joan Howe
all rights reserved


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