Today's high: 8. Tonight's low: -3.
A night to turn on the gas fire, curl up and listen to Aztec Camera. (Inspired by a mention on a listserv, I realized I bought this 20 years ago. All aboard the slow train to Aging Hipsterville!)
Walk Out to Winter
Words and music by Roddy Frame
We met in the summer and walked 'til the fall
And breathless we talked, it was tongues.
Despite what they'll say, it wasn't youth, we hit the truth
Faces of Strummer that fell from your wall
And nothing was left were they hung
So sweet and bitter, they're what we found
So drink them down and...
Chorus
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chill will wake you, high and dry
You'll wonder why.
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chance is buried just below the blinding snow.
You burn in the breadline and ribbons and all
So walk to winter, you won't be late, you always wait
This generation, they'll walk to wall
But I'm not angry, get your gear get out of here and...