That time of the year. (1994)

Tim Brickley and the Bleeding Hearts

"For a night, we're all nice to each other down here." Original recording of "secular humanist/torch song Xmas ballad." With C.J. Pyle: drums, Matt Thompson: upright bass, Kevin Anker: piano, Terry Cook: tenor sax, John Byrne: dobro and TB: acoustic guitar, vox. Written by Tim Brickley and David Rheins. Produced and engineered by Tim Brickley.

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That time of the year. (1994) / TIM BRICKLEY AND THE BLEEDING HEARTS

"For a night, we're all nice to each other down here." Original recording of "secular humanist/torch song Xmas ballad." With C.J. Pyle: drums, Matt Thompson: upright bass, Kevin Anker: piano, Terry Cook: tenor sax, John Byrne: dobro and TB: acoustic guitar, vox. Written by Tim Brickley and David Rheins. Produced and engineered by Tim Brickley. First appeared on WTTS-FM/NUVO "Overeasy Christmas: A Benefit For C.O.T.A." (1994, Hipswervy.)

THAT TIME OF THE YEAR

(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)

It’s that time of the year when traffic gets crazy,

red and white everywhere and you can’t turn on the TV

without bumping into that little, neurotic reindeer.

That time of the year.

Unemployed Santas, ringing them damn bells,

Muzak Xmas carols ringing falsely in your ear,

it’s the ringing of the cash register that’s the real king ‘round here.

That time of the year.

I know she was right; it was time to let it go

but that don’t make it easier, knowing that you know

and I guess they’ll be no little tree ‘round here, this time.

That time of the year.

It’s that time of the year for love to come and find me

but I’ve been a little hard to find.

Drag out those dusty boxes by myself this time,

crank out a couple cards, have a couple beers

and try to dig a little that time of the year.

So, Merry Christmas, Baby or Happy Hanukkah, or

Praise Be to Allah, anything y’all got to call Her.

Any way’s ok with me that gets you to peace and cheer.

It’s a pretty good time of year.

So, let’s gather ‘round and knock a few down

over at the Red Key ‘til Russ shuts her down,

listening to Mr. Nat King Cole laying it down

and offer a toast to all those stars that keep coming ‘round.

For a night we’re all nice to each other down here.

That time of the year.

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