Fairytale of New York
Inspired by Fairytale of New York – The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl, Belly Of The Beast – Galaxia/Red Day and On My Own – Galaxia/Red Day
Written by Steve Wallis
Version 2, 24/12/2007
Dedicated to Priya Reddy (warcry) of War Cry Cinema
You’re not at Guantánamo
Or even Abu Ghraib
An old man said to me:
“You will never see her again”
But then I sang a song
And put it on the internet
I knew you’d find out about it
And I dreamed about you
I am your lucky one
I’d cross the ocean to free you
I’ve got a feeling
Next year’s gonna be better for you and me
So Happy Christmas
I love you baby
We can create a better world
Where most of our dreams come true
They’ve got cages with bars
They’ve got nurses who are cold
The wind chills you to the bone
To stay alive you’ve got to be bold
After I saw your videos
On a warm summer’s night
I realised YouTube
Was waiting for us
I am handsome, you are pretty
You live in New York City
When our band finish playing
They’ll howl out for more
An inmate was swinging
Some druggies were singing
Some even kissed in a corner
Before being locked up at night
The NYPD boys were using torture in every way
And you were desperate to hear of a release day
You’re sweet, you’re neat
You’ve been forcefed junk
Lying there almost dead
On a drip in that bed
Those scumbags, those maggots
Some are bound to be braggers
When release day has passed
I hope it’ll be your last
The NYPD boys are still using torture occasionally
And you have still not found out your release day
You are not just anyone
Nor am I just anyone
We can lead change together
Like birds of a feather
I kept writing songs for you babe
I wrote one called “On My Own”
I’ve tried to make it alone
But built my dreams around you
The NYPD boys will have to stop using torture
As your case is highlighted after your release day
FREEDOM!
I have recorded this song, accompanied by music from a karaoke CD, in MP3 format.