Old Man Winter, Vol. 1

by Ben Smith

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This album/single is the first in a series of planned Christmas songs. See individual tracks for song, recording, and musician credits.

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released December 1, 2011

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Ben Smith West Chester, Pennsylvania

West Chester, PA songwriter Ben Smith's songs sound good in both your front parlor and your back barroom---all Tin Pan Alley piano and a fading choirboy voice.

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Track Name: I Got a New Tattoo for Christmas
The snow is falling
it's after dark
On Christmas Eve
and on a lark

I'm back and forth
to every store
but what good's a list
when it's been done before

So there's only one thing left to get for you
I got a new tattoo
another one of you
for Christmas

A diamond ring
won't always shine
mockingbirds
forget their lines

Not every gift
can impress
Not everything
can be possessed

So there's only one thing left to get for you
I got a new tattoo
another one of you
for Christmas


Mark me up and hold me down
The neon lights and the needle sound
It's Christmas time so gather round
Right over my heart
X marks the spot

Most other things
are such a waste
but all this flesh/
all this space

So there's only one thing left to get for you
I got a new tattoo
another one of you
(It's in plain view)
for Christmas
Track Name: Same Old New Year's
Same old New Year’s
I’ve known before
Same old sentiment
and nothing more
And all I remember,
what’s lost a surrendered:
It’s the same old New Year’s
I can’t ignore

Yesterday morning
I took down the tree
I dragged it on down
to the compost heap
And as the needles fell out
a whisper escaped my mouth:
It’s the same old New Year’s
I’ve known before

A long, cold winter
and it won’t even snow
The sky is a blanket
laying heavy and low
And I can’t feel a thing
as the bells outside ring:
It’s the same old New Year’s
The one I know.

But what is fading
This year or my life?
As the seconds wind down
all I hear is the sound,
a sigh that I’ve heard once before
(Or is it three times? Three times four?)

Same old New Year’s
and still no you
Same resolutions won’t hold true
And as the streamers fall down
from the rafters above:
It’s the same old New Year’s
with no one to love.