Christmas Party Song

(music/lyrics: Gaba Kulka)

The snow has covered up the street
the snow has covered up my mind
it felt solitary and delicious
How does a thought lodge in your head
so full and yet so underfed
and fills you with sweet superstition 

We walked past a closed candy store
I pressed my face against the glass
Cliché, oh joy, oh horror
Then later in that crowded room
the drunken voice of reason sat down close to me
and softly he implored:

Try not to fall in love, and keep your wits about you
Put on an armour with a charm-repellent shine and
try not to fuck it up - this is important stuff
I know your heart's as full as a water balloon
It's a little too much a little too soon
So spare yourself the suffering, girl, I guarantee you'll end up blue
trust me, I've experience of a similar circumstance of
Trying not to fall in love with you 

And as that final thought rang by
I could hear a jangling, breaking sound
of a 1000 new year's resolutions
and all the smarts acquired by then
and all the self-help, and all the Zen
were lost like small change between cushions 

If only this was a little more perfect it'd be easy to ignore
but it's flawed and therefore beautiful
As a friend I should lend a hand
Probably try to make it easier not to

 fall in love and keep your wits about you
Put on an armour with a charm-repellent shine
and try not to fuck it up - this is important stuff
I know your heart's as full as a water balloon
It's a little too much a little too soon
So spare yourself the suffering, boy, I guarantee you'll end up blue
trust me, I've experience of a similar circumstance of
trying not to fall
trying not to fall in love
I'm trying not to fall in love with you