fourteen hours of white-out fog
misfortunate happens gather ye may
Blankets o’er the tanneries
Cream City brick all faded to gray
At 47 degrees below
even my blood starts to freeze
I watch you walking away
And wonder how it
Ever got so cold
And can I ever feel the warmth again?
Never should’ve left the Delta
Black soil silt don’t freeze like these nights
Bolted down on Kilbourne swear my lungs
All filled with sulphur and ice
At 47 degrees below
even my blood starts to freeze
I watch you walking away
And wonder how it
Ever got so cold
And can I ever feel the warmth again?
90 Degrees Boston Town
90 degrees seven days a week
heat beating down
make me feel so weak
Boston town has got me down yeah it’s got me down it’s got me down
Boston town has got me down yeah it’s got me down
OOOH It’s impossible
90 degrees seven days a week
heat bearing down I’m standing underneath the concrete
I see these people walking around making all these sounds
Boston town has got me down all these people around making a sound
OOOH It’s impossible
So many people they’re walking around they’re feeling so down walking around
So many people feeling so down when they’re walking around
90 degrees seven days a week
TV screens Ivy leaguers with computer dreams
Boston town has got me down yeah it’s got me down
So many people walking around without a sound
OOOH It’s impossible
the thistle and the rose
along the roadside bloom
in poetry and prose
our memories to infuse
the words and then the tune
a promise to complete
they meet under the moon
they’re swaying to the beat
can you teach me to dance
to forget and to forgive
to seek out the burning light
where the spirit lives?
this blanket on my bed
is heavy with old dreams
they used to keep me warm
now i’m yearning to be free
through chaos and repose
so flows the river Nile
as towns they come and go
and centuries compile
the substance and the style
a courting distance keep
behind your brilliant smile
still waters running deep
can you teach me to dance
to forget and to forgive
to seek out the burning light
where the spirit lives?
this blanket on my bed
is heavy with old dreams
they used to keep me warm
now i’m learning to be free
in Kiruna on a clear night
all that we can see
is the light dancing across the sky
dressed in blue and green
will you teach me to dance
to forget and to forgive
to seek out the burning light
where the spirit lives?
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The assignment this week is from Doug:
"Include a real city and a weather condition in your title."
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