Week 402 // The Hard Part of Windstorms

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Call in a favor
Cut to the chase
I was a windstorm
Blowing in place
I was a windstorm
Wherever I was
The clock was a minute slow
Catch up with me
I can wait
The wind blows wherever I go

There in a moment
Blink and it’s gone
The word from the poet
The hard part of song
The hard part of windstorms
Wherever they are
The clock slips a minute slow
Catch up with me
I can wait
The wind blows wherever I go

Notes
I wrote this song with hardly any gas left in my tank, but I think it came out pretty. I wrote this song for all my friends who have lived through a storm. I tried to somehow describe the wind’s atemporal disorientation, and the way it makes you brace in one place, even as it moves every molecule of you. Whether any of that comes across or not, the wind still stands as an evident proxy for the turbulence we inevitably confront. The calm and patient guitar stands as a foil to the metaphor. Somewhere within us, perhaps, hopefully, the thrashing wind can subside.

~M.E.

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