the elf on the shelf
he watches over my family
the elf on the shelf
is not supposed to be threatening
but i have seen his eyes
dart across the room and
look right at me
that cold unchanging smile
belies all the hate that he feels
hate that he feels
(evil cackling)
the elf on the shelf
started to speak to me in my dreams
the elf on the shelf
has claimed the souls of my family
and i have seen him steal
the butcher knife that i just finished sharpening
that cold unchanging smile
i see right through all of the plans
all of the plans
(evil cackling)
the elf on the shelf
has taken all that is dear to me
the elf on the shelf
laid waste to all that is full of cheer
but i have seen the blood
that should be on his hands appear on mine
that cold unchanging smile
i'm starting to know what it means
in the house on the hill
above the covered bridge
the table in the kitchen is extended for
the guests
they know what is coming to the house
on the hill
it comes every year
through the covered bridge
the leaf in the table in the kitchen
is pushed back together
they exchange loaded glances across
the kitchen
in the house
on the hill
an "i'm sorry
but this is just the way it is"
met with an "i'm just the way i am
and i won't be sorry"
all without words
the words will come later
through the covered bridge
dressed in their sunday finest
should old acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind
should old acquaintance be forgot
and old lang syne
for auld lang syne my dear
for auld lang syne
we'll take a cup of kindness yet
for auld lang syne
[...@^&@&*!]
we two have paddled in the stream
from morning sun till dine
but seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne
and there’s a hand my trusty friend
and give me a hand o’ thine
we’ll take a right good-will draught
for auld lang syne
hello from christmas village
i'm trapped here, and i have been for years... at least i think i am. the cycle comes and goes and every single year i find myself frozen in the moment. when i was younger, i used to think it was just me and the wind... until i became an adult, and realized just how much i relied on electric lights and the warmth of home to maintain form. and in this place, where the wind always blows, i'm surrounded by the people i know and love. i found a way to keep myself grounded without falling into the dark (keeping the joy alive / connecting / becoming)
i don't think i'm trapped here anymore
hello from christmas village
tracks 1-2 written and recorded by Nicky Flowers in Chicago
tracks 3-5 written and recorded by al Riggs (who is VAXXERS) in Durham
tracks 6-7 written and recorded by Meys Quintana (who is Echo Vessel) in a little room in Cypress Park