The "Party Man" Seth Meeker is a Forest City firestarter, melding multiple genres into a sentimental, emotive, and soul-igniting sound. His huge voice and stylistic-swerves bring a certain 2016 energy (aka my absolute favourite year of music) to his burgeoning discography, and this apocalyptic carol is a heartacher that'll make you pull yr love ones into yr warm embrace like there's no god left in this place. Watch out for Seth, he'll get you where it hurts so so so so good.

Looks like it’s Christmas again,
If you haven’t, then pack all your things
Gotta hit bricks by the morning at the very latest

To us we remember the trees,
And the smell of our love was so heavy on the breeze
I can’t explain what that means to you yet: to have a christmas so easy


If what lays back in the dark is a lesson
To not let in all of our life’s misdirections
Just as snow wouldn’t follow in footsteps, be your own way

I admit I was once so protected
Just as the cards on the sill would have said once
My word, I will write them in blood as it drains me while we run away


Been saving for gas, though it’s not what it was
Won’t last quite as long as it coughs up its rust
Will that do my lovely angel?
See, why were we even complaining?


I don’t mean to go so fast but we got to
I don’t mean to be so quiet though we must
Now I only live to pass on this message
Cause To you this has always been wreckage

So in the months leading up to past blessings
I remember their words when I asked in amazement,
“You mean to say there’s magic in this place?”
“My love, you’ve made it that way!”
And please never change


Looks like it’s christmas again
And we’re running off fumes in the tank
I can hear all the danger from some other place
Hell, that’s miles away.
For now you’ll be safe.