There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa, uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon Air. I paced in Agitation. I drew the curtains closed. I turned the air conditioner on. I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face. Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming.
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.
7 missiles flying over the sea of japan. Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens. And the pious preacher commands. I hold my breath in anticipation. Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run. Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions. And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.
Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara? In retrospect he had to admit; there was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions.
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara, there are those who just cannot forget. And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.
7 missiles flying over the sea of japan. Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens. And the pious preacher commands. I hold my breath in anticipation. Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run. Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions. And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.
Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara? In retrospect he had to admit; there was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions.
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara, there are those who just cannot forget. And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low