Back into Fanner mode! Definitely a lot of Peter Gabriel in this one. The vaguely apocalyptic depiction of threat-response is inspired by my current reading - DeLillo's White Noise.
Good to play drums again, too!
lyrics
amongst the wreckage
You sang yourself to sleep
The Sunday signs were there to see
We left the highway
The comfort of our beds
The black clouds gathering overhead
We lost the memory
The instinct for the flight
We trust the angel wings of night
You search the dial
the breaking news of fear
We lost our bearings, lost our here
I remember all those yearning faces
Locked down and left in traces
Always waiting for the thunderstorms to mass
Blackest sun with the klieg lights beaming
Been here before, we’re dreaming
Never thought we’d see the blackout come to pass
The headlights blind you
The lanes have lost their lines
The chaos builds its own designs
For those who stumble
So slow to sense the threat
She lights another cigarette
But those who answer
Who rush to certain fate
I guess some souls just know their weight
So here I’ll leave you
We take our chances now
Pray I’ll see you there somehow
I remember all those yearning faces
Locked down and left in traces
Always waiting for the thunderstorms to mass
Blackest sun with the klieg lights beaming
Been here before, we’re dreaming
Never thought we’d see the blackout come to pass
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