The Finest Gifts (Bullette-Phillips) – download

Well I used to wait on Christmas
For a call or card from you
‘Cause tradition keeps a thing or two alive
Joyful and triumphant just to hear your voice
My finest gifts I’d bring to you

Is it just an obligation
Or a curiosity
That would make you say my name at Christmas time?
All the white and drifted snow can’t bury you
What makes me think this year could to?

I still wait for you on Christmas
Though I doubt I’ll hear from you
I live far from where we lived when we were two
If you really wanted to you’d find me out
Your finest gifts you’d bring to me

(all instruments Hangnail Phillips except percussion by Monika Bullette)
Copyright Monika Bullette & Hangnail Phillips, 2004

Christmas Blank – Bullette – download

Let’s walk against the forest fence
It won’t be like this ever again
The snow’s not like forgiving sand
Erasing steps with water’s hand

This field was once a drop leaf table
And we played at being its centerpiece
But even geese can see from air
That all the setting’s disappeared

Don’t take that step you can’t unstep
But if you must let my foot fit where yours once was
Don’t speak those words you can’t unspeak
This field has no footprints and is so lovely

With a night as bright as this you see
The shapes you cast I’ll fit to me
I try to leave less trace than you
As we skirt the edge beside the view

Don’t take a breath you can’t release
Into a plume of smoke I’m sure to see
Don’t speak those words I can’t unhear
This field is so silent and is so lovely

To give is best than to receive
So give a Christmas blank to me
no words no deeds no travelling through
and I’ll give nothing back to you

Don’t take that step you can’t unstep
But if you must let my foot fit where yours once rests
Don’t speak those words you can’t unspeak
This field has no footprints and is so lovely

(all instruments Monika Bullette except bass and sax by Hangnail Phillips)

Copyright Monika Bullette, 2005