I Can Hear The Silence Of Snow

by Lach

fan club exclusive


"I thought I invented a new word for this type of recording, a poemscape. However, Google seems to bring up a different idea of it as a poem combined with a painting or photo. This is the sound version, maybe, poemsoundscape? Poemsoundescape? Anyway, it's a departure from my recent releases and I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed creating it. The cover is from an old Wentworth sketch (you can tell by Nelliot having hands!) A big thanks to my subscribers and if you haven't joined the Fan Club yet, get in there!" Cheers, Lach


released October 26, 2016

Lach - Vocals / Soundscape



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Lach Edinburgh, UK

Lach, founder of the Antifolk movement and star of BBC Radio 4's The Lach Chronicles.

‘Beat-punk-unplugged joy!’-The Guardian UK

‘Splendid! Best of it's kind!’- Mojo

‘Incredibly bright, influential, funny, poetic.’-Suzanne Vega

‘Best punk guitarist since Johnny Ramone.’-Billy Ficca of Televis
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Track Name: I Can Hear The Silence Of Snow
I Can Hear The Silence of Snow

Here comes winter
Pull me up a big, white, fluffy blanket of snow
And go under
Under the news
Under the shouting
Under the striving
Under the money
Under the scene
Under the internet
Under the men of god
Into the warm embrace of soft, cleansing snow

Let the white noise of falling flakes
Muffle the chatter of anxiety
Of obligation
Of fear
Of ticking clocks
Of bombs and bullets echoing across vast oceans
Of vague connection

Let the sweet icy tang of December
Cleanse my nostrils of salesmen breath
Of governmental hearings
Of sharp shoe leather
Of stale beer
And the desperate sweat of validation
To breathe in the chill freeze of pine
And follow the trail of chimney smoke
Home through vast forests of childhood
Home to the small yet infinite comforts
Carved out of the vast marble slag of the world

To look out through wet windows at the snow
The beautiful white-out erasing all worry
All concerns
And leaving merely the black, cold night
The sky flecked with chips of icicle stars
To ponder and to love