Snow

Driving to a gig today, the roads were clear enough to be able to pay attention to the scenery rather than the few metres in front of the car. And how beautiful it was too.

Yesterday saw heavy snowfall around here. In places it was up to 20 centimetres deep. This is rare in the UK now, thanks to global warming. I had a gig yesterday too, but most of that journey was just fighting traffic and anticipating which roads might be the least treacherous.

Today though was a real pleasure. Maybe it was the novelty of seeing snow again but there was an intense, pellucid beauty about the landscapes which softened my mood and brought joy to my life. It was if nature had thrown a clean, white sheet over the world and everything was new again and twice as bright. All the mistakes and wanton vandalism perpetrated on nature by a delinquent human race was somehow forgotten about and we could start all over again, our childish recklessness forgiven… magical.

It reminded me of a song I wrote years ago, one of the last I ever wrote and one of the best too in my opinion. It encapsulates this idea of starting anew.

Snow

I packed some clothes and I cut my hair
found the money that I hid somewhere.
In my bag, now I’m on the run,
a British passport and a gun.

Wheels are turning, I have done my duty.
East of Berlin, someone’s waiting for me.

I took some drugs and I took a ride
the driver spoke of some guy who’d died.
On the boat I watch the sea
sipping slowly some Russian tea.

Wheels are turning, I have done my duty.
East of Berlin, someone’s waiting for me.

When I see the lands I can call my own
snow will cover fields where the seeds were sown.

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