for james joyce

while it taps the window pane
silver snow, mirrored light
now the time has finally come

the snow is falling, the wind blows
to take it where it needs to go

the snow is falling, the wind blows
caps my grandfather’s headstone

the snow is falling, the wind blows
sticks to our wool, head to toe

the snow is falling, the wind blows
take me where I need to go

the snow is falling (for james)

We all live in a pool of sludge. But beneath our brains lie music, videogames, movies. In a sense, art and love; our only escape from the deadly mud. Alone, with friends or family, I hope that everyone will find in them a happy place where love and softness mix together.

https://soundcloud.com/412665
https://soundcloud.com/skramz-god

the snow is falling (for james)

memory wears