The words... so far! As ya'll know, the lyrics and sound evolve with each performance... and we await Sam for the final production job..:
Ahead Of The Storm (Under The Radar)
Mister Moonbeam Tell your happy little clouds I wish it would rain... Because I don't feel like having A parade today. It didn't take too long, to see through your masks. Get out, go on... you never had to ask.
Black art from a green heart, spirit sing sky songs, swirl around and rotate through. Runs and runs into the sand, moving through the flow... Flying low, flying low, flying low... ahead of the storm.
Long stretch of woodgrain, plastic wander, hack light balcony. To be in the sky, float through cedar.
Wonder through twilight flag through to and send. New start, new storm night, new winter. Circular spin of seasons. Watching for tornados, and the howl. Stand off, send off. Not in this world, this is different times. Flying low, flying low... flying low, under the radar.
City seasons, lights glitter. Fountain winter, what doom and gloom, all imagined.
Storm watch, black art from a green heart, that syndrome has come and gone. If it keeps raining like this, the bottom's gonna break, go on, and leave, carry what your pockets can take.
New start on a storm night, New Winter's day. Years like in a clip, running through on a sideways play. Thunder roll shook the place. Look into the light, remember who you are but remember to cover your face. Flying low, flying low, flying low... under the radar.
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The words... so far! As ya'll know, the lyrics and sound evolve with each performance... and we await Sam for the final production job..:
Ahead Of The Storm (Under The Radar)
Mister Moonbeam
Tell your happy little clouds
I wish it would rain...
Because I don't feel like having
A parade today.
It didn't take too long,
to see through your masks.
Get out, go on...
you never had to ask.
Black art from a green heart,
spirit sing sky songs,
swirl around and rotate through.
Runs and runs into the sand,
moving through the flow...
Flying low, flying low, flying low...
ahead of the storm.
Long stretch of woodgrain,
plastic wander,
hack light balcony.
To be in the sky,
float through cedar.
Wonder through twilight
flag through to and send.
New start, new storm night,
new winter.
Circular spin of seasons.
Watching for tornados,
and the howl.
Stand off, send off.
Not in this world,
this is different times.
Flying low, flying low... flying low,
under the radar.
City seasons,
lights glitter.
Fountain winter,
what doom and gloom,
all imagined.
Storm watch,
black art from a green heart,
that syndrome has come and gone.
If it keeps raining like this,
the bottom's gonna break,
go on, and leave,
carry what your pockets can take.
New start on a storm night,
New Winter's day.
Years like in a clip,
running through on a sideways play.
Thunder roll shook the place.
Look into the light,
remember who you are
but remember to cover your face.
Flying low, flying low, flying low...
under the radar.
-Will Dockery-Sam Singer
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