the sky about to rain

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 banalità



I Am the Fuse



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



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