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  • 27.4.04
    Here comes the flood

    When the night shows
    the signals grow on radios
    All the strange things
    they come and go, as early warnings
    Stranded starfish have no place to hide
    still waiting for the swollen Easter tide
    There's no point in direction we cannot
    even choose a side.

    I took the old track
    the hollow shoulder, across the waters
    On the tall cliffs
    they were getting older, sons and daughters
    The jaded underworld was riding high
    Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
    and as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain
    was warm and soaked the crowd.

    Lord, here comes the flood
    We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
    If again the seas are silent
    in any still alive
    It'll be those who gave their island to survive
    Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

    When the flood calls
    You have no home, you have no walls
    In the thunder crash
    You're a thousand minds, within a flash
    Don't be afraid to cry at what you see
    The actors gone, there's only you and me
    And if we break before the dawn, they'll
    use up what we used to be.

    Lord, here comes the flood
    We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
    If again the seas are silent
    in any still alive
    It'll be those who gave their island to survive
    Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

    (Peter Gabriel)


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