A song dreamed, manifested through guitar.
acoustic
folk
roots
songs
politics
Story behind the song
A song inspired during a visit to Saint Petersburg in the depths of winter, what a place!
Lyrics
In that city of the north
prayers sparkle as they fall
unheard to the ground, my friend,
you'll find no comfort there.
Because its so damned cold
you'd sell your soul
for a mouthfull of vodka
and the momentary warmth
it brought.
We made that place
a monument to pain,
achingly beautiful.
That city stands shining
on the bones of
old carvers hands
siezed closed,
have you cut your last
perfect stone?
I saw her once
gazed upon
something more than me.
Achingly beautiful.