The Storm
• Written by Xerxes-the-BFG
Xerxes-the-BFG's Notes
This was completely random, just heard the tune and something resonated, so decided to try and make something of it!
At some point, I plan to record, needs some work yet though, and thought I'd share it for some feedback / criticism before I polish it up any more :)
( 0.14 -ish )
A storm is a'brewing, we hear it a'blowing,
But as yet, we have no way of a'knowing,
From where it might stem, nor where it is head,
Nor which way the river is flowing,
All we get is the stench, of sickness and death,
Half able to hear *crows [a'crowing]
// *Is it Crows? Ravens? Known for being around death anyways... *
As we're swept in the night, tops of waves oh so white,
No strength left to keep up the rowing -
Yes we're swept in a tide, of terror and lies,
With no strength to keep on with rowing.
(Pause til 0.36-ish)
So most will sit tight, despite the great height,
Of the "water" that threatens their "boat".
They'll fight and they'll gripe, take fright at the [ sight, ]
// *of the water,storm / of the war, death , destruction of civilisation*
Only think to keep *them*selves afloat (*INSTINCT MUSIC*)
But instead I wonder, in the raging [thunder,]
// *of waves/ of bombs,guns etc*
Of the destruction of all that ever we knew,
If this awful blunder, might cure the [hunger],
// * floodwaters, generating food / death and destruction causing a huge drop in population *
That til now posed such a great issue..?
(speed increases)
I mean what are we to do, if we can't get through,
All the stupid shit our leaders, got us into?
If you're fed fake news, [dopamine] and booze,
// * Dopamine being the chemical released by the brain when addictive tendencies are fulfilled - eating, social media, sex, drug use, T.v. honestly the list is exstensive... *
Then of course you're not in, a fit state to choose..
(small pause)
-Which sneaky little politician rules the roost.-
(Pause til 1.05 - ish)
So we few stay away, hoping maybe someday
That we'll see the world somehow, come out ok,
Those few that have strayed, from what seemed our fate
Sit around a fire, trying to celebrate,
Singing -
(Chorus)
(Sort of slow/sung?)
-So sat by the river, we drink to the days,
Not all that long gone, though it feels like an age,
Trying oh so hard not to, remember the pain,
Of that sweet little riverbed, where you now lay.-
(Fast, when beat changes - til the gap)
Cos the death came strong, when they dropped those bombs,
Every town and city, that you could think of, Gone.
And now those who survive, try to eke out our lives,
Without thinking of all those we knew, who died,
For no reason other than the "need" for more power,
More wealth, more land, and more people to make cower,
Your freedom's were the price for the things they devour, (ed)
Yet WE allowed them to rule, despite their [Faulty Tower]
// * 's - Old British Comedy- reference to most politicians being all bluster and rage, with no real outcome / also to the parliamentary buildings + Big Ben being the embodiment of Governmental power *
(*Instinct Music*)
(Sort of slow/sung?)
So now we are left here, no others to blame,
But ourselves, so we sit here, drink-ing in the rain,
Proclaiming our shame, for be-ing so inane
And how we lost the game, whilst try-ing to chase fame......
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Xerxes-the-BFG
Member since March 1 2017