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
I apologise if I do not respond to everyone that messages me on here. I am so overwhelmed with the amount of e-mails, comments, and messages that are sent to me here and I really do appreciate all of your support. I never. for one moment. thought it would ever get like this as I sat and quietly strummed my guitar and sang into a microphone 10 years ago and, really, it’s kinda weirda but... if love exists on the internet at all then I do love you all. Thank you so very much.Martyn (SATR)
Somebody’s been talking about me
Somebody’s been walking through my fever
Every day
And taking all the words I stored up
Knocking down the wall that I shored against the night
Every night
Now the sky turns blue
And the daybreak hits my eye
The full moon’s gone and
The riverbed’s run dry
Somebody’s been talking about me
Giving them cause to doubt me
Running me down
Somebody’s been living on rumours
Somebody’s been living on the ghosts of all my lies
And looking through my photographs and
Breathing on the dreams I thought of yesterday
Only yesterday
And picking up pieces of the woman he used to be
And filling in holes that the man in her set free
Somebody got a lot of things they need to repay
Somebody got a lot of time to spare
Somebody got something to forgive me for
Somebody better be beware
Somebody’s been selling my soul now
For a gun and a purse of gold
And I don’t know why
Cause there’s a shadow at the top of the stairway
There’s a face at the bottom of the garden haunting me
Every day
And picking up pieces of the woman he used to be
And filling in holes that the man in her set free
Arizona Rise, the official Sky About to Rain Website
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Cocaine and roses
Lay across my bed
With Arizona radio
Trippin’ through my head
Forget LA, and forget cocaine
All the creatures in the desert took shelter from
The sky about to rain
A story full of heartbreak and desire
And I had a dream that I was sleeping
As weightless as words that she had said
I couldn’t begin to remember my name
With gravity deep inside my head
Do not confront me with my failures
I have not forgotten them
...so I headed down to Mexico
with a bible and a gun...
Somebody’s been selling my soul now
For a gun and a purse of gold
And I don’t know why
’Cause there’s a shadow at the top of the stairway
There’s a face at the bottom of the garden haunting me
I 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…
I got chains round my arms and legs now
I got holes where my memory used to be
I got tears in my eyes now honey
I’m sitting here with a darkness over me