LYRICS
The clouds tower
In some sort-of show of power (tower of power)
The sky turns
Majestic purple
The sole yearns
My stomach feels a little ill
… still….
Is it strange
They can’t rhyme with orange
Are they mixing the colors of rage
Will the storm clouds pound
To the ground
Until our reasoning is sound?
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords — F# F#M F#7
An extemporaneous 1-track stereo live recording made in the USA (West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America.)
The title of the song was inspired by trying to think of words that rhyme with purple… then, reading that “you can’t rhyme” to purple or orange.
Daniel — Vocals, Monk’s Bell, Electric Guitar, Korg, Yamaha and Casio Keyboards (all instruments played simultaneously.)
From the Industrial Noize Pollution *Heavy Mental* music experiment Sign Wave
By Daniel Brouse