A Mighty Wind

Simply awful, soppy reporting (has the NYT fired all its editors? Never let girls write about trees, flowers or pets, would be my rule) but still: thousands of trees were destroyed in that micro-storm last evening. I guess we paid our dues last March. Glad we missed this one.

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  1. Anonymous

    Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press
    Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out but when they will I can only guess
    They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
    She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
    I can’t help it if I’m lucky

    People see me all the time and they just can’t remember how to act
    Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts
    Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
    I couldn’t believe after all these years, you didn’t know me better than that
    Sweet lady

    Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
    Blowing down the backroads headin’ south
    Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
    You’re an idiot, babe
    It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

    I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
    I haven’t known peace and quiet for so long I can’t remember what it’s like
    There’s a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin’ out of a boxcar door
    You didn’t know it, you didn’t think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
    After losin’ every battle

    I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin’ ’bout the way things sometimes are
    Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin’ me see stars
    You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies
    One day you’ll be in the ditch, flies buzzin’ around your eyes
    Blood on your saddle

    Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb
    Blowing through the curtains in your room
    Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
    You’re an idiot, babe
    It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

    It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
    You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn’t enough to change my heart
    Now everything’s a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
    What’s good is bad, what’s bad is good, you’ll find out when you reach the top
    You’re on the bottom

    I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
    I can’t remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
    don’t look into mine
    The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the
    building burned
    I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the
    springtime turned
    Slowly into Autumn

    Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull
    From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
    Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
    You’re an idiot, babe
    It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

    I can’t feel you anymore, I can’t even touch the books you’ve read
    Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin’ I was somebody else instead
    Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy
    I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
    And all your ragin’ glory

    I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I’m finally free
    I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me
    You’ll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above
    And I’ll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
    And it makes me feel so sorry

    Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
    Blowing through the letters that we wrote
    Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
    We’re idiots, babe
    It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves