Holiday Sweaters

by get better

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  • Free download of Holiday Sweaters, the first seasonal album by Get Better; recorded in Rockford, Alabama. In your choice of audio formats.

     

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A collection of some of our favorite songs. Holiday inspired or otherwise, these are the tunes we think of this time of year.

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released 18 December 2010
recorded and produced by Graham LeBron and Shanna Mahan. engineered and mixed by Graham LeBron

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Track Name: Cottleston Pie
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie.

Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie,
Why does a chicken? I don't know why.
Ask me a riddle and I reply
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie.

Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie,
A fish can't whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie.
Track Name: Percy the Puny Poinsettia
Percy the puny poinsettia
Is hanging his bloom in dismay
If they had just kept him wetta
He'd be a houseplant today
Folks liked the other plants betta
Now he's alone on the shelf
Even a plant with no uncle or aunt
Shouldn't spend Christmas Day by himself

Holiday shoppers would stop by the counter
And pick up a plant to take home
Until one by one all his friends were adopted
And Percy was left all alone

Percy the puny poinsettia
Is hanging his bloom in dismay
If they had just kept him wetta
He'd be a houseplant today
Folks liked the other plants betta
Now he's alone on the shelf
Even a plant with no uncle or aunt
Shouldn't spend Christmas Day by himself

Then into the store on the night before Christmas
Came a poor little girl who was cryin'
But when she saw Percy her eyes opened wide
And she said "Can I please make him mine?"

Now Percy the puny poinsettia
Is standing beside Mr. Tree
His leaves have never been redda,
He's as proud as a flower can be

Somebody made him feel betta,
Rescued him off of the shelf
Even a plant with no uncle or aunt
Shouldn't spend Christmas Day by himself
Track Name: B is for Bethlehem
Your neck is craned a lazy quarter of the distance down your back, creating a reason for the blood to go there.
To know my only veins are your hands across my back where you're resting. when you rest.

Broke from the sins of our shoulders
Run its motors to waters to struggle and end.

Cried at the funeral because you can go anywhere
to be hallowed by thy name and mine name ours.

I'm dying to try to stop the wind,
leave the leaves left and leave and leave
To be hollowed by thy name and my name
It's hours to be where
B is for Bethlehem where Jesus was a fisherman.
I know he starts and finishes men but I don't know why.
Jesus was a fisherman,
fishing men from the devil hands,
so the devil was made red to live a damned life.
And the red in your face is touchable to the blues and the Muscles in a memory.
Where I have lost my voice
and I smell like paste again where we'll be resting,
when we rest.
My friends have been my anchor
People out of the bible stand in the rain to be where
B is for Bethlehem.
Track Name: around
I'll be around, when your keys are lost and found.
I'll be around, when you run aground
I'll be around, when you're waiting on the line
I'll be around, i'll be there every time.
I'll be around, the problems you might find
I'll be around, I'll be there every time.
Track Name: Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Año y Felicidad.

Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Año y Felicidad.

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart.
Track Name: Halfway Down the Stairs
Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair where I sit:
There isn't any other stair quite like it.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top:
So this is the stair where I always stop.

Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up, and isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town:
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head:
"It isn't really anywhere! It's somewhere else instead!"
Track Name: Father Christmas
When I was young I believed in Santa Claus
My brother said it was dad
And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas
Open my presents and I'd be glad

But the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
They knocked my reindeer to the floor

And said Father Christmas give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make u s annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys

Don't give my brother a Get Better Album
Don't give my sister a cuddly toy
We don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real McCoy

Father Christmas give us the money
We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father Christmas give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
But give my daddy a job 'cos he needs one
He's got lots of mouths to feed

And if you've got one I'll take a new cell phone
So I can be like the kids on the street

Have yourself a merry merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the folks who got nothing
And try to share if you've got some wine.

Father Christmas give us some money
We've got no time for your silly toys
Father Christmas please hand it over
We'll beat you up so don't make us annoyed

Father Christmas give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed

Give all the toys to the little rich boys