Damn This Government- SMITH&BURROWS

There are no mistletoes, sleigh bells nor red-nosed reindeer in sight but what The Editors’ Tom Smith and ex-Razorlight Andy Burrows have done, is release a sincere and grown-up collection of songs for the season. Another year has turned on its axis, two indie rockers push their beat up old piano along the Thames, reflecting on what has been and maybe even more affectingly, what will become. Written in the heat of summer and the London riots, there’s a whole album of these beautiful but unconventional yuletide carols. Funny looking angels roam, blizzards trap quarrelling lovers and forgiveness walks amongst the falling snow. It’s a beautiful soundtrack to the beginning of winter, to the end of the year and to the spirit of the season.  Traditional carol “In The Bleak Midwinter” gets a sombre and austere re-working, Yazoo’s 80s pop hit “Only You” gets a soft and glimmery sheen and “When The Thames Froze” ends in a festive sing-a-long wishing for a better New Year. I want to get lost in its sentimental world of frosty nights and warm fires, of wine coloured evenings and softly twinkling fairy lights. So much so, this Christmas I will wear this on my sleeve where all my other love is kept.

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  1. And like this song
    Damn so many things

    An uproar of offense
    Justified and left bleeding

    Of disenchantment

    People for people

    A year in the making
    Among dying embers

    So remember
    Those of us shall make it
    A time of remembering

    Of retold urgency
    A message aloft
    Upon many lips

    Be thankful for not what you’re given
    But for what you fight for

    And earn.

  2. And like this song
    Damn so many things

    An uproar of offense
    Justified and left bleeding

    Of disenchantment

    People for people
    Wolves and wolves
    Lambs for lambs

    A year in the making
    Among dying embers

    So remember
    Those of us shall make it
    A time of remembering

    Of retold urgency
    A message aloft
    Upon many lips

    Be thankful for not what you’re given
    But for what you fight for

    And earn.

    For blood is a gift
    Wound round ribbon
    And beating

    Or unraveling,

    not for naught.

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