Waiting by the shoreline
In Somalia for your reply
I need you to come see me
That's no lie
The guns are getting closer
The sweat pours like dew
That fell from the trees in Tripoli
In the spring
I'm white hot
I can't take it anymore
I'm white hot
By the Somalian shore
Yes, I'm burning to the core
I need rain
Cast out from the jungle
With no rations or canteen
For selling faulty rifles
To the thieves in Tanzania
Adventures and misfortune
Nothing wagered, nothing gained
I have wandered through the desert
Found the ocean, not the rain
I can remember the nights by The Strand in Tripoli
We were so much cooler then
I had you and my poetry to protect me
We were so much younger then
I need rain
I'm white hot
I can't take it anymore
I'm white hot
By the Somalian shore
I'm white hot
Yes, I'm burning to the core
I need rain, I need rain, I need rain
I can remember the nights by the sea in Tripoli
Were were so much colder then
I had you and my poetry to protect me
We were both soldiers then
Bolder then, colder then
I need rain, I need rain, I need rain
White hot
White hot...
Water
In Somalia for your reply
I need you to come see me
That's no lie
The sweat pours like dew
That fell from the trees in Tripoli
In the spring
I can't take it anymore
I'm white hot
By the Somalian shore
Yes, I'm burning to the core
I need rain
With no rations or canteen
For selling faulty rifles
To the thieves in Tanzania
Nothing wagered, nothing gained
I have wandered through the desert
Found the ocean, not the rain
We were so much cooler then
I had you and my poetry to protect me
We were so much younger then
I need rain
I can't take it anymore
I'm white hot
By the Somalian shore
Yes, I'm burning to the core
I need rain, I need rain, I need rain
Were were so much colder then
I had you and my poetry to protect me
We were both soldiers then
Bolder then, colder then
I need rain, I need rain, I need rain
White hot
White hot...
Water
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This song is a fictional account of a deal gone wrong for poet and anarchist Jean Rimbaud who spent a few years in Africa as a gun runner.
@Letmein You may want to add that he is yearning for the companionship or his former gay lover, and mentor in poetry, Paul Verlaine.
@Letmein You may want to add that he is yearning for the companionship or his former gay lover, and mentor in poetry, Paul Verlaine.
Tom Cochrane himself explains it all here: https://youtu.be/xF7VSSAvrZI
The Link is broken here for some reason https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xF7VSSAvrZI Just search for "Behind The Vinyl: "White Hot" with Tom Cochrane"
The Link is broken here for some reason https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xF7VSSAvrZI Just search for "Behind The Vinyl: "White Hot" with Tom Cochrane"