The late great James Varda – such a great loss! But he left us some superb music. We are all clothed with fear and fed with lies!!
We are delicate and ephemeral. We will end up battered by the hail. Nowhere is safe.
These Times
These times
Call for brevity
No words are large enough to mourn
We dwell in the darkness
Adrift in the rapids
A satellite that’s gone astray
These times
Not for you and me
Choked and harnessed from a seed
Clothed with fear and fed with lies
These times
Just move along
These times
Ephemeral
Just a ride upon a wheel
And when the hour comes
This solid house
Just a rose inside a hailstorm