Lyrics:
about you
It's not so bad, it's just a flash of light
Light your hurricane lamp when the sky goes dark
The rain's upset, it just falls apart
You will
me, hey don't tell me
We're under the beat of a brand-new marching order
Ears to be ground there's a party planned for the new recruits
Hurricane
on through the night
Hold me,
Hold me,
Hold me,
Hold me
Well I go through life like a hurricane lamp
Riding the road as I go
Spreading this music
Injecting
of yellow
Why yearn for the burn of a fiery red
Or a black that can chill to the marrow
You're the flame of a candle
You light up the room
A hurricane lamp in
We had our passports out and the kits to fix them up with,
cnd the hurricane lamp cast our shadows on the ceiling.
I watched them box with one
know
You find it hard to believe that
I am
The genie of your lamp and
I can do anything you wish but
Right now I am commanding you to dance
know
You find it hard to believe that
I am
The genie of your lamp and
I can do anything you wish but
Right now I am commanding you to dance
unreliable sources,
And I'm holding up the lamp-post if you want to know
I've seen the Wabash Cannonball, buddy, I've done it all
Cause I slept with
down at Club Med
Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane you got
take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane (you got clout)
(Other DJ's he'll take your head out)
A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing (or rhyme)
Or do my
I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I howled at my mama in the driving rain
But it's alright now in fact it's a gas
And it's alright, hey
I'm
Horovitz.
Hurricane, you got clout.
Other DJ's, he'll put your head out.
A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing and rhyme,
I do my thing I'm,
In the lava
away that hurricane later
Boy you can't swim through that hurricane later
Got my wind breaker but the rafts gone
Middle of the ocean and still feeling
winds blow
In the hurricane eye of Hugo
Ghosts of Charleston Harbor howling
As we sing, oh
Below the decks of ghost galleons
Spirits lie whipped
There's a lamp that won't light
In my poetry room
And children out playing
And a big full moon
My man's barricaded down in his womb
He'll be
I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I howled at my mama in the driving rain
But it's alright now in fact it's a gas
And it's alright, hey
I'm
a lamp to my slumber
I resurface just to do a new number on you
You kiss the wrist of the hand that has twisted itself all into your hair
You close
As quiet as ever
Leavin' random chicken feathers for
Them people to see
Ghost Upchurch lurks, no mystery
Light an oil lamp, play with the legacy
That ended
Its 3am there's a light on in my head
So I turn a lamp on follow the feeling that
There must be something wrong
There must be something wrong
There
multicolored
Nonetheless black and white. Like an 80s film played backward without the technicolor
I look at the lamp light thinking of the beginning
the equation
Ima muhfucka
I'll beat the dead
Skip that dead beat action
Lamp on top the man
I'll pop some bands
Then some more bands
Splashing beyond making it
lovers we can't be friends
Away with me I'ma show you all that you need to see
Mark your stamp, rub my lamp, free my inner genie
Wish 1
Let's have some
lovers we can't be friends
Away with me I'ma show you all that you need to see
Mark your stamp, rub my lamp, free my inner genie
Wish 1
Let's have some
on the mend’
A single lamp hums in the dark
Have we really made it to the end?
We go through this everyday
I should know by now there’s no escape
Still I cling
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