Flying Home For Christmas

by The Ornaments

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The Ornaments are Mike Behrends & Lance Owens
Mike wrote the song, sang it, & played classical guitar
Lance played percussion & toy instruments

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released December 23, 2016

Thanks to Jordan Skophammer, Cookie, Pete, and the Kevin McAllister family.

Volume 3, Christmas 2016
Folkmonger Records, FMR005
©2016 Banjoteeth

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The Ornaments Madison, Wisconsin

The Ornaments is the annual non-religious Christmas music project of Mike Behrends & Lance Owens. We wrote Santa letters as kids. He never wrote us back. We still believe.

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Track Name: Flying Home For Christmas
headed on out of BNA, Christmas Day, on an aeroplane
got a cool first class upgrade, big boy upgrade, gonna stretch my legs
but as we climbed the cabin filled with smoke, filled with smoke, filled with smoke
we’re gonna die

the pilot got on the intercom, intercom, said stay calm
i won’t let you die in a delta sleigh, a delta sleigh if you just stay calm
still i bought an hour of gogo in-flight wifi, in flight wifi, in flight wifi
to text her goodbye

looked to my right and a man he prayed, a man he prayed, oh my god
the woman left used her vomit bag, her vomit bag, it smelled like egg nog
meanwhile i thumbed through my phone to find a song, a christmas song, a burl ives song
that’s good to die to

the turbulence got insane inside insane inside of what a ride
my complimentary bloody spilled, bloody spilled on my new levi’s
the scent of fuel filled the air then in came flames, in came flames, in came flames
like a cozy fireplace

as the plane barreled down, barreled down towards the ground
i saw through the haze a snowy farm, wouldn’t it be great to farm right now?
then again i’d rather do anything than be in this plane, trapped in this plane, this bomb of a plane
passing out now

didn’t get to see a big white light or my dumb white life flash before my eyes
the only pain was the tears i knew the tears i knew were in her eyes
and my last thoughts before that great ending were i’ll never fly, never fly, never fly
on christmas again