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After the Tempest

from Hot Cats by The Missing Persians

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lyrics

A dirty whitewashed chapel cowers in some half-forgotten bend
As if to shrink away from powers it can’t begin to comprehend
Can’t begin to comprehend
Can’t begin to comprehend

Last night the elements descended, judge, executioner and jury
All legal processes upended,
Unleashed all their primal fury
Like sores the roads broken blisters issued a mocking summons
Daring passers-by to go the distance: ‘Are you mice or are you human?’

Great unwashed and dusty rocks gleaming, deprived of all their cover
Lay blushing as if they’d been stripped by an impatient lover
Scavenging citrus fatten up on casualties they can find
Purple, shiny aubergines were flattened, whimpering between the pines

For the first time in their lives bore witness
To their essential unfitness

“Come off it – this is nothing but a taster, a little bitty rinsing off with water
The real battleground is later, amputations, wounds and slaughter
We keep the real thing in reserve, it might at some point be quite fun
When we decide you next deserve it, show you how it’s really done

We Gods have got things up our sleeves
That you down there would not believe
You down there would not believe”

So now what happens to the water that wreaks this playful devastation?
Smirking, laughing to itself and sliding, on to its next muster station
Don’t blink: you got to keep your eyes on sneering triumphant forces
Marching over the horizon, massive hammer- headed horses

They wait with barely concealed mirth and choosing their own time and place

They thunder back onto the earth and wipe the
smile from off its face
Wipe the smile from off its face

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from Hot Cats, released December 1, 2016
Words and music - Chris Cox

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Four men, originally from Oxford, play some songs written and sung by Chris. An Americana, bluesy vibe with harmonies aplenty. Third album on its way.

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