“I Believe In Father Christmas” is a song by Greg Lake (most famously a member of King Crimson and Emerson, Lake & Palmer), with lyrics by Peter Sinfield. Although it is often categorised as a Christmas song this was not Lake’s intention. Lake claims to have written the song in protest at the commercialisation of Christmas. Sinfield however, claims that the words are about a loss of innocence and childhood belief. The video for this song, the bulk of which was shot in the Sinai desert and Qumran in the West Bank, also contains shots of the Vietnam War, which has led to complaints from some that it should not be shown with light-hearted Christmas songs. These images of rocket barrages, air strikes, and mobile artillery are a violent backdrop to a peaceful-sounding song and create a hard-hitting message. The instrumental riff between verses comes from the “Troika” portion of Sergei Prokofiev’s Lieutenant Kijé Suite written for a 1934 Soviet film, Lieutenant Kijé.
Video version (with orchestra):
Listen to the audio version (without orchestra) on Spotify here.
Here is the brand new single from Danish rock singer and songwriter Tim Christensen. Facts about the new single : Music by TC – Lyrics by TC & Marcus Winther-John / Produced by TC with Frank Birch Pontoppidan and The Damn Crystals / Recorded by FBP at STC Studios, Copenhagen 2011 – Assistant engineer : Mads Mølgaard Helbæk / Mixed by Flemming Rasmussen & FBP / Mastered by Nikolaj Vinten / Cover Artwork by Paul Wilson (Yellow1.dk). BUY the single on iTunes here! Listen on Spotify here! Listen on WiMP here!
UPDATE 3. Vimeo-version now available!
UPDATE 2! Finally the music video arrives for this smash hit single!
UPDATE! There are currently no official SoundCloud or YouTube open, embeddable streams available, bit you can listen to the track on a secret URL here and on Danish Radio here.
She holds out her hand
In warning or welcome
Haven’t told anyone yet
She takes mine and says
If you can’t do it right
Try again…
Yeah I’ve been repeating mistakes
Just to see what breaks
In someone else, or myself
She breathes deeply
And keeps me inside…
Untill the stars disappears
And the sun’s coming up in my eyes
I want what she’s got
I can see her heart
And not the rules we live by
I want what she’s got
I feel her hands will catch
Whatever may come
I want what she’s got
She says that life is a toy
It’s not a game
Don’t be afraid to get caught
I said I wish I felt the same
To be someone I’m not
With my name
But if it’s in you you’ll find it
Don’t be afraid of me
I’m close but never in the way
She’s my morning,
At the end of the night
Untill the stars disappears …..
And the sun’s coming up in my eyes
I want what she’s got
I can see her heart
And not the rules we live by
I want what she’s got
I feel her hands will catch
Whatever may come
I want what she’s got
The stars disappears
And here comes the sun…
Here comes the sun
-Yeah look at that girl
She ain’t got no plans
Yeah look at that girl
She’s my locomotive
She knows the answer
The answer is love if you can
Watch the new John Cale video for Whaddya Mean By That, the lead single from his new EP Extra Playful (out now on Double Six). Listen to the new E.P. with commentary track by John Cale on Spotify here.
This remix of a Danish classic is one of the last ideas from the legendary DJ Kjeld Tolstrup before hos untimely death. R.I.P. Buy the track on the new Sound Of Copenhagen Vol. 7 compilation on iTunes here. The YouTube stream is currently not available. You can listen to the track on WiMP here. You can listen to the track on Spotify here.
Legendary composer, lyricist, music teacher and singer Margo Guryan added disco artist to the impressive biography in 1978. This song is somehow very cheerful and melancholic at the same time! Buy the album on iTunes here and on Amazon here. Listen on Spotify here.
“A four-piece from Coventry. They played soul-rock and had a very energetic stage act. Their 45 was oriental with heavy overtones, although the ‘B’ side sounds like a psychedelic Gary Glitter!. It’s said that they played seven nights a week beneath a cafe ‘cos they had problems getting gigs. They also refused to give interviews or to give Decca any details with which to concoct a biography for fear of being predictable.” Yeah, I have no idea what the reviewer was talking about, either, but this is a nice, grinding little number full of fuzzed out guitar and with a caveman-glam stomp beat.