Imagine the hot, restless dead-weight of the air the moment before a huge thunderstorm storm is about to break
now imagine the Sky About to Rain
Arizona Rise, the official Sky About to Rain Website
http://theskyabouttorain.com/
Cocaine and roses
Lay across my bed
With Arizona radio
Trippin’ through my head
As Dwight once said:
I got bruises on my memory
I got tear stains on my hands
And in the mirror there’s a vision
Of what used to be a man
So I drank all of my wine and I took all of my things
my clothes, my cigarettes and I sold my wedding ring
tu difendimi dalle monotonie e banalitÃ
I Am the FuseI am the blizzard, I am the snow
I am the river, I am the flow
I am the shadow, you’ll never know
I am the secret, you are the low
I am the powder you can’t refuse
I am the headline in your morning news
I am the chamber that you had to choose
I am the powder, I am the fuse
I am the fuse
I am the fuse
I am the fuse
I am the fuse
I am the red lights flashing in the rain
I am the siren born in a hurricane
I am the morning star upon your window pane
I am the warning, I am the flame
I am the outlaw, and I’ll catch you where you run
I am the terror in the barrel of a gun
I am the darkness in the world without sun
I am your sorrow when your working day is done
You are the word that’s been wasted on the page
You are the thief, imprisoned in the cage
You are the singer, frightened by the stage
You are the worker wedded to the wage
I am the water, whenever you are drowned
I am the pistol that never makes a sound
I am the lover who brings you to the ground
I am the man who always comes around
I am the fuse
I am the fuse
I am the fuse
I am the fuse
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve on their blotter of fog
From Scars
This music crept by me on the waters
Prelude
The slow, dark dusk settles in around here. Light dissolves. Color dissolves. Time dissolves. I am falling, falling back into those arms again and the whispers that were our lives.
Two hours later. The darkness drops again. I am sleeping in hot, fitful fever, high in my dreams on the charged, ionized, storm-about-to-break air that catches and stabs this room. Whether joker or thief I do not know, but both have fallen from grace in her eyes. There are memories on this bed, still warm and pungent, but now this bed has become a wilderness, a vast, open and arid plain, treeless and black. And upon the horizon of this bed I glimpse two riders, hooded and upon pale horses.
The wind howls.
We talked between the rooms
Until the moss had reached our lips
And covered up our names
oh senor
can you spare a dime?
oh senor
is it such a crime?
oh senor
have you got the time?
can you give me a ride
to the borderline?
Cause I been living on hope
i been living on hate
i been living on air
outside this heaven’s gate
and all the pretty people
you see them come and go
while i been sitting here
and watch the river flow
oh senor
oh senor
oh senor
I can dig your fields
and I can mind your kids
I can do your deals
I can fix your roads
I can mend your hearts
I can stitch your veins
When they come apart
I can bring you guns
I can bring you girls
I can bring you drugs
I can get you the world
Oh senor
You have had your time
Oh senor
And the future’s mine
Heaven’s gate