DESCRIPTION:
Alt Rock song about weather, climate change, deniers, with a tongue-in-cheek satirical spin. Produced and written by Alan Smith with Rocket Chirac, Smith on vocals. Their debut disc. Recorded in a Marina Del Rey, Ca. garage studio. Click on SHOW MORE for lyrics!
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Weatherking (copyright Alan Smith)
(2 measure music lead-in)
Verse 1:
I can pitch the rain
I can move the clouds
I can push the storms
Put you all in shrouds
I'm The Weather King (x3) Watch your suffering
Verse 2:
I love those old tornadoes
Get joy from hurricanes
I know where the snow blows
It's softening your brains
I can raise the tides
No help from that Old Moon
You better hurry, grab your brides
You'll all be dead sooooon.
(Instrumental, Come in after bass dum-dum-dum)
Verse 3:
I'm The Weather King.
Getting stronger every day.
No matter what you say
Keep feeding me, keep feeding me...your poison (x2)
Keep feeding me keep feeding me ya...
Verse 4
You think I'm being Biblical
I'm just being satirical
You know
I love that co/al. Love that shale
I'm a know-all. FUCK THE WHALES!! (x3)
(Long instrumentation to 2min. 46 secs point)
Verse 5:
I love those old tornadoes
Get joy from hurricanes
I know where the snow blows
It's softening your brains
I can raise the tides
No help from that Old Moon
Gonna cause a little havoc
With every melting ice block
I'm gonna kill all your crops
I'm gonna close all your shops
I can raise the tides
No help from that Old Moon
You better grab your brides
You'll all be dead sooooon.
(Instrumental : to cymbals)
Verse 6: (Softly to music fade-out)
I'm the Weather King,
Getting stranger every day
No matter what you say.
Keep feeding me, keep feeding me. Your poison.
Keep feeding me, keep feeding me. Your poisooooonn