Angels in the Snow

the mirror don't show your best face

morning finds you feeling ill

the cocaine leaves you restless

with too much time to kill

your young years slipping away on the wing

leaving nothing much to show

trying to catch the magic of the moment in the songs you sing

chasing angels in the snow... angels in the snow

...

for every crystal clear evening

there's an empty, aching day

for every teasing taste of heaven

you know you've hell to pay 

can't you see you're caught up in the slipstream

slowly going down in the undertow

you're so wrapped up in your 'hip scene'

thinking you're in the know

angels in the snow... angels in the snow...

 

 

all in all it's a downhill slide

you know you're losing ground 

but you keep going along for the ride

thinking one day you'll come around

you know you're caught up in the slipstream

slowly going down in the undertow

so wrapped up in your 'hip scene'

thinking you're in the know

angels in the snow... angels in the snow...

    ... well ... this is also a very old song... I remember the very first time I saw 'Peruvian Marching Powder' (as Kinky Friedman might opine) in my little hometown, and over the intervening years, The 'Patch has developed an alarming addiction rate, particularly in the realm of opiates. It scared me then, and terrifies me now. I kept my distance, and watched it take hold of several folks and bring them down, hard. 'Angels in the Snow' being the 'Favourite Game' of Leonard Cohen's first novel, and a seemingly apt metaphor for the lure of cocaine. Maybe I recognized my own addictive tendencies 'way back then; perhaps it was more a matter of the company I chose to keep; but it never gt it's hooks into me; and for that I am truly grateful. I was always leery of substances that had direct connections to blood violence; but then... oil and gasoline make the world go 'round; and there is much blood that has and will yet be shed in our endless hunger for petroleum products.

 

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