"I can smell the thunder coming I can smell the rain Look, you’re the only one I ever knew Whose eyes could hold the flame Without burning like the others’ burnt She told me Hell’s to blame And I told her Hell’s a choice we make And Blake would tell the same. If all deities reside within How come I feel that presence above? The love that unplugs the heart And starts the floods again within me Drowning out the badness that I harbour When my goodness battens down the hatches And holds on to a partner. She’s saying ‘Storm’s coming’ Of course it is It always is on nights like this Cause the tower blocks are murmuring And I can sense a turning wind And I glimpse this man who isn’t there And I know that glitch for all it’s worth Because I pass out full of madness And I wake up drenched in thirst Like, give me whisky, give me beers to glug, Just let me lose this fear And I’ll love anyone who’s near Enough to looking slightly like you. All I’m trying to say Is today’s like all them other days And all I’m trying to do Is mark it down and make it true To make it count for something Cause I know nothing is eternal And nothing means a thing And nobody believes nothing That’s why we live in all this sin And we mistake it for normality For something to attain. My dissent sets me apart But today I smell that rain Come to wash away these masks The marks imbedded on our weary hearts And this is merely metaphor But metaphor is flexing jaw And getting ready for the fight It’s come to fight with the surface world. But we have lost our purpose Hurled into a furnace Where the burn is near celestial Detestable outside, and yes, my chest is full Of cider, gin and lightning And my eyes will dim But the rhymes will sing in times to come Since I begun My head’s been filled with end Cause these people wear too many faces But I swear the truth will strike again" Kate Tempest Franklin Oest Photography
