Willow trees sewn silver fabric on the rug
Thrown on a couch where the leather is torn
She put tea on a nightstand, sat on the floor
It was Christmas at the weekend, we should've been home
I had so many questions, but I bit my tongue
It's not fair to destroy time that's been shared
The window was open, radio played
"And so this is Christmas" and so it is
I don't care about the weather
Like you want me to
It's just another cold December
With a new year fading in
There's a beautiful game
She taught me to play
Talking 'bout tomorrow
Like its a lifetime away
We'd only be so lucky
if tonight would never end
Always the week before Christmas
Always convinced we're just friends
I don't care about the weather
Like I care about you
It could rain all day tomorrow
And it wouldn't spoil the mood
We stared into a silence,
Blinked slower every hour
Next I knew it was tomorrow
The sun was barely there
It had snowed while we were sleeping
The street was still and white
Ice had froze the window
The cold keeping us down
I don't care about the weather
But it suits you so well
All the blankets and the pillows
You've wrap yourself in
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023
The latest LP from Brigid Mae Power is gorgeous and ghostly, setting Power’s voice against soft brushes of guitar, piano, & shuffling drums. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 17, 2018