winter clothing

Something I wrote when I was in Switzerland over Christmas... It wasn't the loveliest winter really.

You can always breathe mountain air. Thin and cold,
A streaked silk shawl flung loosely around your body.
I am blowing it through my nose now, like smoke
Billowing through a weirdly shaped chimney, like steam
From an angry Spanish bull. But this is Switzerland,
Where the Alps rise like blocks of cheese, and are speckled grey
By old, hard ice. Where shoes sink into yellow snow,
When all the tourists have gone back. To Japan, to Germany,
To some place where the air is staler, and warmer and stays
Firmly on the ground, like a corset tied tight. And as more flakes fall,
Baby powder, scaly dandruff, you wonder where
That postcard came from.

After the Gold Rush

After the Gold Rush
words and music by Neil Young
from the album After the Gold Rush (1970)

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst through the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home.

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