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The controversial duet, afte trip-hop, hits back with a jazzy Christmas song! Who cares about genres and labels when you got songs like this!
lyrics
Every year, you say that
you hate Christmas times
might be a corporate invention
but you might change your mind
You got her number from last night, you met her drunk but now you are just fine.
And thinking make to her a call, she answered, “yes” you said Oh, Lord!
So you arranged somehow a date, God she was pretty but so fucking late.
Her chicks were red, she might was stressed, but also she might froze to death.
The trees are bright in the town, and the snow all around
The Santa Clause salutes you, this girl really suits you my boy.
Some kids are playing in the street, her snowball fling in your teeth,
The band is playing a waltz, you want her to dance, all night long.
Until the morn’.
She invited you for dinner home, she burned the turkey but she rolled some pot.
You drank some wine, and you talked, you kissed her, and you drank some more.
The lights closed, three, two, one, and when they opened you were in her arms.
She asked your wish for the New Year, but all you want is to be here.
The party is about to end, and everyone stumbling goes to bed.
Two souls in the dark, are falling without a chute to love.
You think she’s mine, her heart is flying,
And Valentine, is back in town, to shine.
credits
released December 16, 2015
Music: Dantes
Lyrics: Switters
Arranged and produced by Switters
Guitars: Dantes
Piano and Organ: Harris Petmezas
Programming: Switters
Mixed by Thanos Liberopoulos at Strawberry Street Studio
and mastered by Yiannis Christodoulos at Sweet Spot Productions
A label for people without boundariess in music and expression. We run without outrageous costs or promotional fireworks. Our focus is on art and creation. This is home for Thanos Liberopoulos projects and collaborations.
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