More songs by Graham Barham
Description
A dry desert where even tears turn to dust, and the only rain is amber, from a bottle. Here, pain is not treated with words, it is simply drowned out “in a circle” until the veins forget their name and the night becomes softer.
The song contains both melancholy and a stubborn sense of humor: if the heavens are in no hurry to shed rain, the bartender is always at hand. And in this “whiskey rain” one hears not only despair, but also a strange consolation - as if the fire inside can only be extinguished by an even greater fire.