❄️🍺 Last Winter
En bittersød julesingle fra The Beeriest Time of the Year
Ikke alle julesange handler om romantik, glimmer og store kys under misteltenen.
Nogle handler om virkeligheden.
Om at hælde sit hjerte — og sin øl — ud… og få den tømt af den forkerte.
“Last Winter” er årets Beermas-ballesang:
en humoristisk, ærlig og lidt melankolsk fortælling om kærlighed, skum og en øl, der aldrig kom frem til den rette.
Med omkvædet som en kærlig parodi på Wham!-æstetikken og linjen “Beer me, baby” som dit signaturstempel, rammer sangen både hjerte og humør.
TEKSTEN TIL “LAST WINTER“
Omkvæd
Last winter, I poured you a beer,
but the very next night,
you made it all clear.
This year, I’m keeping it near
– a crate in the cellar, my holiday cheer. 🍺
Vers 1
Frost on the window, cold in the air,
I saved up my lager, I thought we would share.
Beer me, baby, do you recognize me?
Well, it’s been a year, still foamy as can be.
Omkvæd
Last winter, I poured you a beer,
but the very next night,
you made it all clear.
This year, I’m keeping it near
– a crate in the cellar, my holiday cheer.
Vers 2
Crowded taverns, friends all around,
I spotted you laughing, your glass always found.
I thought you were someone, loyal and true
– but every last pint went straight into you.
Beer me, baby, don’t you steal from mine,
this Christmas the brew is only mine to shine.
Bro
From golden ale to dark stout dreams,
you emptied it all, or so it seems.
Now I’ve learned what Christmas means
– a pint that’s mine, with foamy streams. 🎶
Beer me, baby, say you’ll toast with me,
together we’ll drink in harmony.
Omkvæd (gentages + fade)
Last winter, I poured you a beer,
but the very next night, you made it all clear.
This year, I’m keeping it near
– a crate in the cellar, my holiday cheer.
Beer me, baby… beer me, baby…
🍻 En sang til dem, der har prøvet at dele lidt for meget
“Last Winter” er en julesang om at lære af sidste år.
Om at passe på sin kærlighed — og sine øl.
Om at møde julen med både gnist og grin… selv når nogen har tømt din stash, dit hjerte eller begge dele.
Det er juleballade med blink i øjet:
halvt øm, halvt flabet — helt Øl, Mad og Folk.
💬 Citatet, der siger det hele
“This year I’m keeping it near —
a crate in the cellar, my holiday cheer.”
