"Strange Weather" as written by and Tom Waits....
Will you take me across the channel,
London Bridge is falling down
Strange a woman tries to save
What a man will try to drown

And he's the rain that they predicted,
It's the forecast every time
The rose has died because you picked it
I believe that brandy's mine

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same

The world is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around
And nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town

And a love like ours, my dear,
Is best measured when it's down
And I never buy umbrellas,
For there's always one around

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same

And you know that it's beginning,
And you know that is the end
When once again we are strangers
And the fog comes rolling in

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same


Lyrics submitted by ecorchee1

"Strange Weather" as written by Thomas Alan Waits Kathleen Brennan

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General Commenti really love this song and espiacially when she performs it live. it's about break up and i think she uses the metaphora of "strange weather" all other the world as break ups and unhealthy relationships everywhere. it's like a rain pouring everywhere in the world, places are different but the rain is the same. it's a very painful song and my favorite part is the chorus
    madameon January 31, 2010   Link
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    General CommentDo you remember the Christmas invitation?
    Not totally. Christmas celebration in the basement. (My brother Gary would be quite ah … thrilled). Christmas tree in the room at the Townsend. In retrospect I’m not sure if she would have been charmed or just quite sure I should keep my head out of the cookie jar. And who’s to say she ever ran across that missive. Perhaps she didn’t.
    Sounds like you still have your head in the what–what did you call it?–cookie jar?
    I’m smiling. Whatever. Whatever whatever whatever … I remember the little collage. A lady with a piano? Something musical. Some portent of a musical project. Years ago and now it’s a bit vague in my busy busy head.
    You know, Mick was jealous.
    Perhaps not, but you always did like to rib him for whatever reason.
    He was.
    I’m laughing. Well good. He tried to divert her share of the Sister Morphine royalties. Best not to mess with karma.
    Or you.
    Oh pshaw! Who am I? Just a “little nuthin’” Remember that?
    Yes. Rasputina. (chuckle). “She liked perfume … and she had a lot of it too.” Jane just cringed a bit when she heard about you using three different perfumes on Christmas Eve.
    That I was colorful seems a given. I can plead being provoked, cajoled and and and and

    And the song?
    Strange Weather. Makes me think of you. (smile)
    sillybunnyon January 08, 2012   Link

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