CS 29.11.06
This month I wondered a lot about ice-flows and wheeling, returning birds. So a debt is owed to David Attenborough’s gentle khaki tones, and also to Hackney’s Passing Clouds, which has embedded itself into ‘November’. Scroll down for the lyrics.
Remixers and refitters: ‘November’ is in three, a stumbling waltz, and of course you can download the vocals and the track separately.
Till the next time, lots of love from Calendar Girl.
Softly
Turn to winter
It’s a passing cloud
In a sunray
You’re lifted up and turned around
There’s still a kiss deep inside an egg
Spookiness
Half of a way round a third of it
Like a compass
Can you see
It’s a flower
Stars are a mirror
Softly
Climb inside the zodiac
There’s still a kiss deep inside an egg
Spookiness
Half of a way round a third of it
Like a compass
Migrate
To the north, northern snow
Arctic
Heedless, velveteen
Slowly
Turn to water
Turn from red to green
Softly
Like a sister
Leave it to
Leave it to
Leave it to the green