Composed in Fairchild November 2025 after three persistent days of fierce cold North Wind. Ths S.S. Fairchild. . . Are we gonna make it home, are we gonna make 'er home. - Memory Stain Imagination
Audiochosis , Steven F. Allen, and Audio Mirage are projects released on the Memory Stain Recording label. Compositions, Sound Designs, and Field Recordings.
In short, Steven F. Allen (Audiochosis) is an artist who creates evocative and sometimes unsettling soundscapes, pushing the boundaries of electronic music.
With over 271,000 plays to date, Allen's music has been featured in Podcasts, YouTube Videos, Video Games and samples in other artists songs.
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Story behind the song
November North winds persisting for three straight days, cold and bitter. That is the inspiration for this song.
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Lyrics
The winds been pushin',
For three days straight now,
Just hear it laughin',
Laughin'
Out of my way.
Just hear them sails,
Twistin' and groan,
Callin' out, are we gonna make it home?,
Are we gonna make er home?
The sky folds black,
In a screaming shroud,
Lightning cracks,
It's voice so proud,
The decks gone slick,
From the oceans spit,
And the compass spins,
like it’s lost its mind.
(chorus)
Oh, hold fast, brothers, hold the line,
She’s buckin’ hard but she ain’t resigned.
The storm don’t care for prayers or pride,
But we’ll ride her out or be denied.
Are we gonna make 'er home?
Are we gonna make 'er home?
The mast is cryin’,
With a splintered moan,
And the sea keeps takin’ what we called our own.
The lantern’s out,
And the stars won’t show,
Just the cold, deep pull of the undertow,
(echo)
cold, deep pull of the undertow,
cold, deep pull of the undertow.
(chorus)
Oh, hold fast, brothers, hold the line,
She’s buckin’ hard but she ain’t resigned.
The storm don’t care for prayers or pride,
But we’ll ride her out or be denied.
Are we gonna make 'er home?
Are we gonna make 'er home?
The winds been pushin',
For three days straight now,
Just hear it laughin',
Out of my way.
Just hear them sails,
Twistin' and groan,
Callin' out, are we gonna make it home?,
Are we gonna make er home?
(Are we gonna make er home?)
(Are we gonna make er home?)
(Are we gonna make er home?)
(Are we gonna make er home?)
