I sat down on my bedroom floor just as it began to pour, imagining the rain came flooding in; through the floorboards, up it seeped, slowly rising, cold and deep, and from above, the rain soaked to the skin;
My floating things bobbed up and down, my books destroyed, my gadgets drowned, and silently I sat just like a stone; My heartbeat slowed, my body numb, in my own dark aquarium, breathing in the water I call home;
But here, here we don’t get hurricanes, just gusts of wind, just spats of rain, and here, we are not afraid of nature’s wrath; Here, here we sit in darkened rooms and read the tales of death and doom and here, here we wait for windy aftermath
I woke up to the sound of rain, the remnants of a hurricane that hit the coast a million miles from here; They said that people lost their homes, some people died, some broke their bones; they said it was the worst in many years;
This room has no open sky; my bedroom floor is nice and dry and honestly the wind is not that bad; if we could bring the ocean here, if we could muster up some fear, just think of all the storms we could have had;
But here, here we don’t get hurricanes, we just let things go up in flames, and here, here we never drown in floods, but still we drown in our own blood and here, here we never get typhoons, but something big is coming soon, so lock your windows, hold on tight, it’s gonna be a stormy night.
Though he was uncredited, Steve Albini was behind the boards on this noise rock classic from the forever feral Jesus Lizard. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2024
Alex Henry Foster again collaborates with Canadian-Japanese artist Momoka, who also translates the lyrics from English to Japanese. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2024