Song #12: The Weather

Happy Sunday evening to all. It has been a fairly laid back week of song writing- this song The Weather was based on another Wine Cellar jam that we had awhile ago. Similar to the song Tattered Shoes, the goal was to honour and maintain that electric, in-the-moment experience of improvisational music while also whittling away at the raw material so as to make the end product more clearly resemble the intended thematic undertones. Also, we of course tried to maintain the floaty-echo-ocean sound that is naturally occurring in our wine cellar.

Thanks to Michelle and Nicole for stepping forward as vital members of The Screaming Room and singing their hearts out without the liquid courage that usually accompanies and facilitates our recording sessions... what professionals you ladies are becoming!




Title: The Weather
Length: 3:40
Contributions: The Screaming Room
Lyrics:

The Weather

I guess I'll disappear,
I guess better go.
Guess I have to lose myself,
Guess I have to.
As pictures turn to grey
I forget what "they" say

Nothing is lost
Nothing is found
We have arrived,
And were alright,
Yes were alright for Now.
Yes were alright for Now.
Yeah we're alright.

I held my breath,
Just to... defend source of it,
Found myself faint, bearing the weight of my child.
So I took a deep breath and let go,
I Opened my coat to the cold,
Tore down the blinds from each window.

Nothing is lost
Nothing is found
We have arrived,
And were alright,
Yes were alright for Now.
Yes were alright for Now.
Yeah we're alright.

Skip that stone across the surfaces,
Ignore lectures on what my purpose is.
And would could be worse what could be better,
If we spent our whole lives talking of the weather.
The beauty's in this the beauty's in this,
Lets praise the arbitrary and shallow.