Music, production and awesome guitar work by Swampman. Vocals/lyrics Rodrica

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Inspired originally by a fantastic guitar instrumental by Swampman who had just weathered two bad hurricanes. At the time there was also news about global warming, economic downturn, many relationships breaking up, bureaucracy..and my own fight to stop developers building on my land. There seemed to be a lot of faceless people making bad decisions...and too much false information about people on computer. The storm bird can predict a storm brewing...I felt just like a storm bird who could see trouble on the horizon.

Storm Bird

(Face the storm, face the storm)

There is a cloud hanging over this town
Why do they have to turn things upside down?
I see the suits walking down my street,
I know their mightier pen will be my sword's defeat.
The Storm Bird always knows...(whoa)

(Face the storm, face the storm)

Well money talks but it keeps telling lies,
It's the feeling I get when I look in your eyes,
The Storm Bird always knows which way the hurricane blows.

(Face the storm, face the storm)

I count the days but I've lost many years
Just escaping the shadows of the things I fear.
The Storm Bird always knows which way the hurricane blows.

(Face the storm, face the storm)

Who runs the world, who keeps closing the door?
Why can't I see their faces anymore?
Don't like the way that they keep me on file,
It's a black and white picture, judged without a trial.
The Storm Bird always knows...(whoa)

(Oh) Don't like their speeches and don't like their smile,
It's a colorful masquerade that lasts a while.
The Storm Bird always knows which way the hurricane blows.

(I can feel it moving closer...)

The coast will drown and the deserts will burn,
Turn their back on the answers, take what they don't earn.
The Storm Bird always knows which way the hurricane blows.

(Face the storm, face the storm)

The skies are twisting and tumbling down,
Looks the same from the moon or standing on the ground.
The Storm Bird always knows which way the hurricane blows

(Face the storm, face the storm)

Well money talks but it keeps telling lies,
It's the feeling I get when I look in your eyes.
The Storm Bird always knows which way the hurricane blows.

(Winds of change,
I spread my wings now I'm flying with strangers,
On and on...)

I am a rock standing on the shore,
Won't let the waves wear me down, like your words before.
The Storm Bird always knows which way the hurricane blows.