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• Artiste: Guild League (The)
• Titre: The Storm
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It was as if the bay had woken up and walked across the city. I suppose the lightning was quite striking. But I was too damn cold to think of it as pretty. And now it seems like the twelve won't come at all. As the rain hits, horizontally, the glass bus-shelter wall. Now my calves are slowly soaking as I cower from the rain. And the bullshit this day's thrown me, well it sticks to me again. So with traffic at a standstill and with hope my driving force, watch me walk into the water, hear me shouting myself hoarse. And as the rain came down I danced over the oily river where the road had been. As though I'd probably missed my chance I had to tell you that we hadn't covered everything. The foxes in the fig-trees they see the city upside-down and they wrap their wings and settle in as the weather goes to town. Now if I could be a catchment, for whatever comes to pass, I'd be pouring possibilities in this half-empty glass. And as the rain came down I danced over the oily river where the road had been. And though I'd probably missed my chance I had to tell you that we hadn't covered everything. And when the storm had passed I stood in the clear dry shadow where your car had been. And though the forecast wasn't good, fear is a feeling that will never cover everything. Fear is a feeling that will never cover everything.