Christmas Records I couldn’t secure finance for #36

Not disheartened by the rebuffs on Bid # 35, it was back to the drawing board to compose a carol for people who are interested in cats. Here is the result, and I think you will agree, it has enough about it to secure a phone call from Justin Bieber’s agent, methinks. Or maybe Paloma Faith’s agent, she has the kind of voice that can and does turn any half-baked idea into a great sounding song.

“Good King Wencelas looked out
At the cat sh* in his garden,
All the mice lay round about
Dead, crisp and half eaten
Brightly shone his gun that night,
Though his face was cru-el
When a moggy came in sight,
He let it have both ba- rr-els”.

Christmas Records I couldn’t secure finance for #35

Everyone likes dogs* and everyone likes Christmas**, so how could the music companies not want to pay for studio time to record this gem? It is no wonder the record business is going down the pan when the entrepreneurial spirit has been killed in favour of safe acts who will sell shedloads of units. Is this noticeably inferior to Adelle’s “Skyfall”?

“Woof, woof, merrily on high,
In heaven the dogs are barking,
Yap, Yap, merrily the sky
Is filled with wullufs howling
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, owwwwwww
The wolves all want their dinner”

*Admittedly, a large percentage of people may prefer cats
**Also admittedly, Christmas is not a big festival in large parts of the Middle East and Asia