From the recording Warning Bell
Lyrics
There’s a Storm (partial capo on 2nd fret, in E)
D7 G2 D
There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild. /There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild.
G2, sus4 D
It’s roaring in from the ocean.
Won’t leave much in its way.
Where the big storms have names like Charlie,
Ar3,4 Ar3 D
Ivan the Terrible arrived today.
There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild. /There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild.
There are profits from military spending.
There are prophets of hate on every shore.
There are poor willing to wear bombs or rifles.
This twister is knocking on our door.
There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild. /There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild.
It’s way past the point of the spear, now.
It’s way past the point of prayer.
It’s way past the broken guardrail.
We’re sailing out into air.
There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild. /There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild.
Our voting is controlled by governors.
They lean left or they lean right.
Their handpicked count votes in secret,
the machinery kept out of sight.
There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild. /There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild.
Where are the saints when we need them?
do they care about you and me?
Do they care that Power and Corruption
are washing over the Land of the Free?
There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild. /There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild.
I go down to see my doctor,
for this hailstorm in my head.
I wait in a long line at the drugstore,
all of us wishing we were dead.
There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild. /There’s a storm, saints alive, running wild.
My neighbors meet under the streetlight.
There’s a break in the clouds above.
We shake hands and look into faces
and remember the power of love.
Words and music by David B. Hakan 9-12-2004
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