[Vintage54]

                     For oppressed people everywhere.

                           When the hurricane comes.

                     We've been too long in shackles
                     Too long in thrall
                     Staring down barrels
                     With our backs to the wall
                     But a hammer will pound
                     That will silence your guns
                     And break all the chains
                     When the hurricane comes

                     The hands of the diggers
                     Make ready your grave
                     What began as a ripple
                     Will soon be a wave
                     And your boat will be rocked
                     By the roll of its drums
                     And be swept out to sea
                     When the hurricane comes

                         Then the flags will be flying
                         The horns they will blare
                         And jubilant songs
                         Will be heard in the square
                         And we'll throw back the windows
                         And breathe in the air
                         Of the sweet smell of freedom, again

                     With a chest full of medals
                     Like a peacock you strut
                     But those medals belong
                     To the ones you had shot
                     And soon all that pride
                     Will be punched from your lungs
                     And your feathers will ruffle
                     When the hurricane comes

                     Your brutal regime
                     Has dictated too long
                     The wheels of a new train
                     Are coming on strong
                     Its engine grows hotter
                     The faster it runs
                     And will spit out your ashes
                     When the hurricane comes

                         Then the flags will be flying
                         The horns they will blare
                         And jubilant songs
                         Will be heard in the square
                         And we'll throw back the windows
                         And breathe in the air
                         Of the sweet smell of freedom, again

                     For the ones that went missing
                     And never came back
                     Your dungeons will shake
                     And their bloody walls crack
                     And the ghosts of the victims
                     You hung by their thumbs
                     Will laugh as you swing
                     When the hurricane comes.

                                   Vintage54
                     

[finestrat]

Really like your lyrics, they're similar in style to the way I write mine, this one is quite Dylanesque and would make a great angry style protest song.

[PaulAds]

This is so great...maybe my favourite of all of your wonderful lyrics

Absolutely loved it.

[Skub]

Right on the ball.

[igg]

Vintage,

Excellent work!!  Powerful imagery and an anthemic flow.... Your frustration explodes on the page....Among your best!  We desperately need the winds to blow....

igg

[Neil C]

Vintage,
Fine, fine words here. As been said you can really feel the emotion coming straight though.
 
Neil

[Arkwright]

Damn this is good... I've been trying to write a good protest song for longer than I care to remember, but I always come across as being a self righteous ass. You've absolutely nailed it with this one Vintage.

Despite my best efforts I can't find anything constructive to add.

Absolutely stellar piece of work.

[tomcrocus]

Yeah it's another belter Vintage,Anthem seems to be the word,
i especially love the last verse.
I'm sure there's not only me who would love to write something
as good as this,
                       power to your mind, Tom.

[adamfarr]

So good all through - has an "easy" feel and nothing forced. Very stirring.

If I had a question it was whether the "again" at the end of the chorus needs anything to support it? Perhaps deliberate to leave a slightly "unresolved" feeling, but I wondered if a whispered "after the hurricane" or something could round off the chorus?

Probably unnecessary and cheesy so ignore at will! Love it anyway.

[pompeyjazz]

Brilliant work Vintage - These lyrics are so emotional and stirring