A St. Paul Christmas

Sailor Martin, a pierced and tattooed Sailor Puppet, finds himself in St. Paul, Minnesota, on Christmas eve, and heads out to the bars.

Inspired by this MeFi post, and performed over the top of Christmas Bells - (Robert Gayler) (1919). Stitched together in Garageband, lyrics and vocal by yours truly.

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posted by Astro Zombie (4 comments total)

Lyrics:

Christmas Eve in old St. Paul
Finds a lonely sailor on a lonely crawl.
Egg nog. Yule punch. He'll have him some.
From pub to pub, from scotch to rum.
It's a long stretch of road down Wabasha
With Yuletide and carolers an fa la la.
Hot chocolate is warming but whiskey is biting
And the bars they are open and the bar maids inviting.

So here's a toast to you, St. Paul
This numbing Christmastime.
We'll carol and we'll caterwaul
While the midnight church bells chime.
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never called to mind
We'll toast all of their forgotten names
And hope their toasting mine.

I danced once with a fair young maid.
Now I wind up here.
I've seen Christmas from the world's end.
I gave gifts bought with rupees.

I've been across the world
And now I wind up here.
A St. Paul Christmas eve.
Throw open every door.
Pour, you barmaids, pour!
You're all my friends tonight.
We're warm and dry and tight.
All drunks are brothers
On Christmas Eve.
posted by Astro Zombie at 12:44 PM on December 14, 2007

Lovely! You're about one Tom Waits short of a William S Boroughs. Not a bad place to be.
posted by ba at 12:51 PM on December 14, 2007

I was gonna say, Tom Waits mixed with Looney Tunes. It cries out for a cartoon. A Flash Cartoon. Attached to a memetically infectious American Greetings Xmas e-card. Nice.
posted by not_on_display at 6:23 PM on December 14, 2007

Sailor Martin is a blast!
posted by snsranch at 4:05 PM on December 16, 2007