The Aurian Haller Band

December

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The Aurian Haller Band
Aurian Haller

Story

In the winter of 98, I moved Montreal to sit in coffee shops and write a book.  I had heard of Quebec winters and the howling North wind.  That winter, they were selling Christmas trees in the rain outside the metro station.  It seemed Vancouver had followed me East.  Perhaps it was just a meteorological metaphor for the work that seemed unable to begin.

Lyrics

 

 

December

 

it’s trying to be December

but it’s raining like September

something’s happened to the weather

it just can’t pull itself together and get cold

 

the geese all seem to stick around

and drag their wings on the muddy ground

St. Viateur rings wedding bells

while St. Joseph sells candles for the dead and gone

 

you can feel it all on Mont Royale

swinging like a wrecking ball

but it’s just the wind come again

and the cross shakes like a weathervane at night

 

this is the in-between time

before the driving snow

it seems the whole wide world is waiting

for something big to let go

 

the cemetery’s crowded

and shining like an oyster bed

our bodies drifting closer

want to be together when the tide rolls in

when the tide rolls in

 

this is the in-between time

before the driving snow

it seems the whole wide world is waiting

for something big to let go 2X