Atheist Advent 2011

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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

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Thank the Chickens When the goose had made my feather bed / He sat back down in his cosy nest Give him half an hour and he’ll feel better He only needs to grow back all his feathers Thank you goosey for my feather bed I looked all round the factory / Searching for the goose who laid that duvet for me I’d really like to shake him by the flipper For keeping me so warm in frosty weather Thank you goosey for my feather bed And when I’m done I’ll thank the pig who laid this bacon When I’m done, I’ll thank the chickens When I’m done, I’ll thank the cow who popped this steak I hope it’s not important what they’re missing The farms are filled with brids and bees / Lamb donor retirees Playing by the river with their grandkids Gambling [or gamboling] not for matchsticks but for giblets That’s the scene that plays around in my head So thank you goosey for my feather bed

The Long-Playing Earth The stylus of the night / Is swinging round the long-playing Earth And music and lamplight / Spring up wherever it falls Stylus of darkness / Stylus of the stars Where will you fall? The clouds will be my covers / Colder than a stolen throne And the dagger moon will watch me / Until the day returns Stylus of darkness / Stylus of the stars Where will you fall? And when the day returns I take my hand from off my eyes and watch the eastern windows But the passage of the night has left everything unchanged Stylus of darkness / Stylus of the stars Where will you fall?

A brief hello message, after a year of inscrutable recordings.

This is the first song of Atheist Advent 2011. For the next twenty-four days I will write and record a song each day. This is the first, entitled, Conference of the Cows. Come over to www.atheistadvent.com to see videos and tell me what you think. I'd love to hear from you.

Recorded during a practice for the the Edge of the Folk concert, Clements Hall, York, Sat Sept 24. Lyn Geddes sings 'Rocking the Cradle' (trad., arr Geddes)

With permission of the band Reason Breeds Monsters - by which I mean, my own permission, since most of the band is on a cycling holiday - here is a version of an Atheist Advent 2010 song arranged for several instruments. For more info, songs, pictures, and a logo made on GIMP, see: http://www.reverbnation.com/reasonbreedsmonsters and there's occasional action over here: http://www.atheistadvent.com/

Song written for Atheist Advent 2009 and recorded in this version, 2010. As I upload this, we're far from the Season of the Wolf. Heat waves in Europe, strikes in Greece, strikes in Britain, and under my window the kids from the estate look at the strawberries we planted and I hear them debating when they will be ready; no group of bishops and professors could have more gravitas. The wolves don't go hungry, but many others do.

The final song of Atheist Advent 2010. Lord of Misrule.

Atheist Advent song for Christmas Day 2010