It was christmas eve in the drunk tank…

The streets outside my flat are rather deserted. At least Starbucks is open, but the newspaper stands are all closed (there are no newspaper machines here – just those news and magazine stores).

I realized while walking back that I’ve missed at least one of every family function ever (b-days, Thanksgivings, easter dinners) but I’ve never missed x-mas eve at my nanny and grandpas. First time for everything I guess. At least I managed to buy 0 gifts – not even a card…
Not sure of plans tonight…I’m sure someplace will be open for all the lonely people in Frankfurt. I guess I didn’t look pathetic enough to get an invite for dinner anywhere.

So in honour of christmas here’s the lyrics to the best song of the season ever. A bitter love story of Irish immigrants.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairytale_of_New_York

or

try this for same lyrics in a comic strip.

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The rare old mountain DEW
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

(chorus)
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

(chorus)

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

(chorus)

The streets outside my flat are rather deserted. At least Starbucks is open, but the newspaper stands are all closed (there are no newspaper machines here – just those news and magazine stores).

I realized while walking back that I’ve missed at least one of every family function ever (b-days, Thanksgivings, easter dinners) but I’ve never missed x-mas eve at my nanny and grandpas. First time for everything I guess. At least I managed to buy 0 gifts – not even a card…
Not sure of plans tonight…I’m sure someplace will be open for all the lonely people in Frankfurt. I guess I didn’t look pathetic enough to get an invite for dinner anywhere.

So in honour of christmas here’s the lyrics to the best song of the season ever. A bitter love story of Irish immigrants.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairytale_of_New_York

or

try this for same lyrics in a comic strip.

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