Композиция "Storm" в исполнении S. J. Tucker. Песня из альбома "The Sirens"
"Storm" was a painful one, inspired by a few friends falling apart, all within the same network. Sometimes it hurts to be on tour and out of the loop of the ones you care about. At the same time, you have to own your freedom. "Storm" was born of this precarious balance.
lyrics
People treat you differently
when they believe you've gone where they could never go
and seen beyond the kind horizon
of the only life they know
The minute you get back to town
your family's turned upside-down
it's better just to keep going
to where no one's eyes are cold
better off just following your footsteps on
I am far from the southland, where I was born
growing steadily care-worn (be the river, not the stone)
Blessed be the bold magnolia, far away from home
dancing in the eye of the storm
Sometimes it's easier just to keep driving;
saunter up to that horizon.
Let nobody's town become your own.
They see a woman on a mission
with a song for anyone who'll listen,
and when the sun is rising, she is already gone.
By the time the dawn has broken, she's as good as gone.
Far from the southland where she was born,
growing secretly care-worn (be the river, not the stone)
Blessed be the bold magnolia far away from home
dancing in the eye of the storm
Better to be the river, not the stone in the middle.
Best to be the changing water, not the pebble dragged along.
Cross the sky; cross the water. You are Mercury's daughter,
and the world will envy you your gypsy song.
Cross the sky; cross the water. You are Mercury's daughter,
and the world will envy you your gypsy song.
You'll be far from the southland where you were born,
growing stubbornly care-worn, (be the river, not the stone)
but blessed be the Bold Magnolia far away from home
dancing in the eye of the storm.
"Storm" was a painful one, inspired by a few friends falling apart, all within the same network. Sometimes it hurts to be on tour and out of the loop of the ones you care about. At the same time, you have to own your freedom. "Storm" was born of this precarious balance.
lyrics
People treat you differently
when they believe you've gone where they could never go
and seen beyond the kind horizon
of the only life they know
The minute you get back to town
your family's turned upside-down
it's better just to keep going
to where no one's eyes are cold
better off just following your footsteps on
I am far from the southland, where I was born
growing steadily care-worn (be the river, not the stone)
Blessed be the bold magnolia, far away from home
dancing in the eye of the storm
Sometimes it's easier just to keep driving;
saunter up to that horizon.
Let nobody's town become your own.
They see a woman on a mission
with a song for anyone who'll listen,
and when the sun is rising, she is already gone.
By the time the dawn has broken, she's as good as gone.
Far from the southland where she was born,
growing secretly care-worn (be the river, not the stone)
Blessed be the bold magnolia far away from home
dancing in the eye of the storm
Better to be the river, not the stone in the middle.
Best to be the changing water, not the pebble dragged along.
Cross the sky; cross the water. You are Mercury's daughter,
and the world will envy you your gypsy song.
Cross the sky; cross the water. You are Mercury's daughter,
and the world will envy you your gypsy song.
You'll be far from the southland where you were born,
growing stubbornly care-worn, (be the river, not the stone)
but blessed be the Bold Magnolia far away from home
dancing in the eye of the storm.
