Breaking Down

The snow smoothed the landscape and muffled sound. All was made new and the ugly covered; the annoying noise of traffic quelled. Peace at last; people even walked. Our power diminished : If Hydro goes, fate rests in ability; Survival over convenience. I am glad it snows once in a while in Victoria.

I broke down and downloaded some songs from itunes (what holds me back is the low quality/dollar ratio). One was Pacing the Cage, which I think as Cockburn's version of "Blowing in the Wind". Cockburn's poetry is amazing:

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it's pointing toward

I've proven who I am so many times
The magnetic strip's worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And everyone was taken in

I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing