"Xmas in Los Angeles" genre: Country General
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	A country boy is bound to think L.A.'s a long way from home on Christmas Eve... This song contains the line that became the title for the album.
	CD: Threadbare Dreams   Label: JATYMUSIC.com Credits: John Taylor
	Story Behind the Song I was living in L.A., and it was 80 degrees out, people were running around in t-shirts and short and sandals, picking through these dried up, brown, ugly pine trees to find one to take home as their Christmas tree. I thought of how our family used to go out into the country and cut down a pine fresh and bring it home... In that moment, this song was born. Lyrics Xmas in L.A. It's rainin' at my window Like tears upon my heart Hear it's snowin' in Colorado, And Chicago's abut to start. Twenty-fourth day of December, It's Christmas Eve, they say, But here in sunny California, Seems just like any other day Another Christmas in Los Angeles Where the angels do not sing People all say 'Merry Christmas,' But their words don't mean a thing. They're sellin' trees all brown and dirty While it's 78 outside I close my eyes and picture home, And the life I left behind For this dream, all threadbare, faded That I patch up with Believe I'm stuck here in Los Angeles All alone on Christmas Eve... Didn't hang no decorations, I didn't send out any cards, Just a candle and a prayer to God That the night won't be too hard. I really miss my family - Our tradition's roots run deep. More than any other time of year, Back home's where I want to be! Another Christmas in Los Angeles Where the angels do not sing People all say 'Merry Christmas,' But their words don't mean a thing. They're sellin' trees all brown and dirty While it's 78 outside I close my eyes and picture home, And the life I left behind For this dream, all threadbare, faded That I patch up with Believe I'm stuck here in Los Angeles All alone on Christmas Eve...   I don't wanna be Stuck here with no Christmas cheer All alone on Christmas Eve... (END OF RECORDED LYRICS) NOTE: If I'd had the good sense to stop there (as I did in the recording) things would've been just fine. It's an honest, moving ballad, right? But then a whimsical mood hit me, and I share with you now this unrecorded 3rd verse:   Got myself a Christmas puppy So I wouldn't have to be alone Some jerk stole him outta my back yard - Coaxed him right out with a bone. The truck's breaks went out, and I ran over My only, bestest friend Lost my job, train killed my girl, got myself drunk, Sat me down and broke this pen!   Another Christmas in Los Angeles Wish those Angels wouldn't try to sing People here say 'Happy Chanukka' - To me, their words don't mean a thing, They're sellin' broken old manoras For thirty-seven-ninety-five...   Well, you get the idea... So now I have an offical Country song, complete with Momma, The Train, a dog, a truck, a lost love... No anti-Semetic intentions in these lyrics, just a little humor I thought I'd share with y'all...   ©1983 John A. Yezeguielian ©2003 JATY Music (ASCAP) - All Rights Reserved

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