(S. Phillips, P. Tomek) Hunger moon shining on a field of snow There's ice above but a fire down below Out of the north a cold wind moans And I'm empty
Translation: Meg Hutchinson. Hunger Moon.
She hates bein' on her own, but she does her best Empty nights create the hunger for love and tenderness She spends so much time alone She says it makes
wear fedoras Now he sports a fez There's cabalistic innuendoes In everything he says. Sucking at a cigarette Picking up a thread Underneath the Casablanca Moon
: Now that the slow moon's rose on a silver trellis grows, Where artic rivers froze, now that the ocean is frozen in motion, Snow morning comes. And