“I live for the silence when the snow shuts the city down.” We don’t get snow here in South Texas, but last year we had an ice storm that shut everything down, and I have to admit the beauty was spectacular. 12” icicles hanging from eaves trees, ice completely covering the leaves on the fig trees, and wow – entire 17’ high oleander bushes were beyond magnificent. Hearing a few folks in a recording studio capture the feeling that induced is something to marvel at. The point of the narrator is that the snow turns a huge city into feeling like a small town – in the sense that the snow has stopped traffic and other city noises. “Even silence has a voice.” Excellent composition, with a perfect match of instrumentation and lyric. Shoutout for Your Head.
Sky Cries Mary