Weatherman Lyrics

Blind Joe Death had been transfigured
We’d hung the hangman’s daughter high
In the rolling paper silence
We thought in step like passers by
From Cyfartha to Siddharta to King Arthur’s Saintly
Knights
We’d bring the warring tribes together
And set a broken world to rights

But hoping that Frodo got to Mordor
No longer seemed appropriate
As Chinese printed ‘Gotha Programmes’
took the place of opiates

From your backside to the Bogside
For Upper Clyde and Soledad
We carried bed sheet dyed red banners
And poured in every hope that we had

Jerusalem is shattered
Evacuate the towers
There’s a hurricane approaching
The weatherman’s predicting showers

Jerusalem is shattered
Evacuate the towers
There’s a hurricane approaching
The weatherman’s predicting showers

If … Allende is Angola
And a taste of victory
Getting even, getting closer
With Franco down and Lisbon free
From the first cut, to the last round
We met and argued, marched and planned
Oh who would guess we’d soon be fewer When everywhere was garage land

Oh, you can’t get a pin between the splinters
With the broad church on its knees
In these cold and bleak mid-winters
The south is blue and the rest can freeze
From the Medway to the west way
Easy money they recite
There’s some would share
But all’s divided
Where 'The Sun' would cast no light

Jerusalem is shattered
Evacuate the towers
There’s a hurricane approaching
The weather mans predicting showers

Jerusalem is shattered
Evacuate the towers
Theirs a hurricane approaching
The weatherman predict showers

Oh, chain the Raindogs to the gatepost
Drag your urchin kids inside
Press the play, turn up the volume
Hope the good Lord will provide
From the Taybridge, to the Tamar
The blame is hers, the fault is ours

At least
Hurricane approaching, the weatherman predicted showers

At least
A hurricane approaching, the weatherman predicted
showers

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