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Recorded live to cassette at the Dry Rock Cafe in Farmingdale, NY, January 7, 1995.
lyrics
I drifted up here, wayward, like a snowflake
And as soon as I arrived, I wished that I was home
But a good friend said, "My man, this is your home now
Thought it might be stark as molten hell, as cold as frozen Nome.
"I know you're stuck a long, long way
From your sweet, warm house in the USA
And cold has more than one way to turn you blue
But here we relieve the inner chill with a choice word or two."
It's always Christmas in Siberia
Santa practically lives in this town
Such a winter wonderland, Siberia
And I never have to take all of my lights down
You know, I used to hate the winter
'Til I moved here, where it's winter all the time
It's been so long, I can't remember summer
Winter's all I know, so it suits me fine.
It's always Christmas in Siberia
Santa practically lives in this town
Such a winter wonderland, Siberia
And I never have to take all of my lights down
(Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow)
(I'm dreaming of a white Christmas)
It's always Christmas in Siberia
Santa practically lives in this town
Such a winter wonderland, Siberia
And I never have to take all of my lights down
It's always Christmas in Siberia.
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from
Live In F***ingdale,
released November 17, 2016
Music and lyrics by Jed Davis
Published by Eschatonality/ASCAP, all rights reserved
Jed Davis: keyboards, vocals
Alex Dubovoy: guitar
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