A rather unique mashup of metal, bebop and rap, all rolled into one musical hoagie. The flavor is rather unique: if you can taste gratitude, perhaps this is it. Think Latin.
Lyrics
The bottom drops out my dreams have been shorted aborted
My ship hasn’t come in but rivals have boarded
The cupboard is bare nimbostratus is forming
The forehead is wet, the mind takes a beating, the stamina crumbles
The vultures are flying their planes; but Lord--
Thank you for the rain
Chorus
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The spasm begins, the aches have restarted
I can’t run like I used to, my path is uncharted
Reactions are slower; but retorts are kinder
even in weakness there waits the sidewinder
Through good days and bad, sad nights and
Tough fights with no shoulder pads
Cumulonimbus is headed this way
But Lord, thank you for the rain
Chorus
The plagues have begun, there’s no food on the table
So many of my dreams now seem like just a fable
The money it dwindles, the spindles undone
Mountains of blessing now valleys of none
But maybe in this--through drought I will dine, feasts will I find
Famine turned bliss, and then reminisce
Though deluge and downpours seems seconds away
Lord thank you for the rain
Chorus
No stables in sight and my journey is long
I step by moonlight and the locust is strong
The trouble with you, my frenemies cry--
You live in the rough draft and not the rewrite
Regardless of this -- your word I recite
Testimony hindsight, or else I’m remiss
Do you think that the Lord will just give and not take?
Lord, thank you for the rain