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Yeah, this town is going under
The temperature's through the floor
Your fingers are turning black
There's a crisis knocking at your door
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)
You'd better try to make it home.
The snow is getting too deep to drive.
Your car might be your coffin
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)
We're never going to see the summer
This season's coming long and hard
Yeah, this town is going under
This season's going to kill us all
Count the snow flakes, little children
Count them as they bury you alive
Count them as they choke the road ways
A blizzard's coming in the year punk died
(One nine seven seven)
This season's left us all helpless.
I can't see and even God is blind
And deaf to all your prayers.
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven.)
There's nothing that you can do.
This weather's stronger than us all.
The sky is going to crush you.
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)
This season's growing cold
I fear that this could be the end
And there's no sign of hope
We've got a crisis on our hands
The junkie is trapped indoors
Pretty soon he's going to need a fix
But the weather's not going to let him
And he's starting to get the itch
This season's holding us all hostage
Better do whatever it demands
Nixon knows that we've got a crisis
Weighing on our frost bitten hands
(One)
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is going to crush you
(Nine)
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is going to crush you
(Seven)
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is going to crush you
(Seven)
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is going to crush you
This season's growing cold
I fear that this could be the end
And there's no sign of hope
We've got a crisis on our hands
Your fingers are turning black
There's a crisis knocking at your door
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)
The snow is getting too deep to drive.
Your car might be your coffin
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)
This season's coming long and hard
Yeah, this town is going under
This season's going to kill us all
Count them as they bury you alive
Count them as they choke the road ways
A blizzard's coming in the year punk died
(One nine seven seven)
I can't see and even God is blind
And deaf to all your prayers.
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven.)
This weather's stronger than us all.
The sky is going to crush you.
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)
I fear that this could be the end
And there's no sign of hope
We've got a crisis on our hands
Pretty soon he's going to need a fix
But the weather's not going to let him
And he's starting to get the itch
Better do whatever it demands
Nixon knows that we've got a crisis
Weighing on our frost bitten hands
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is going to crush you
(Nine)
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is going to crush you
(Seven)
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is going to crush you
(Seven)
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is going to crush you
I fear that this could be the end
And there's no sign of hope
We've got a crisis on our hands
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One last Sunset should be One Nine Seven Seven (1977), see Pulmonary Archery.
"your car might be on curfew" should be "your car might be your coffin"
other things are wrong but I gotta go to work. Amazing song, Alexisonfire does heavy psuedo-metal very well. Love the George heavy vocals :D
Above poster is right about the corrections.
There was a huge blizzard in 1977 that wrecked a lot of Ontario and New York, I can't think of what else the one nine seven seven might be a referece to...
January 19, 1977 - Snow falls in Miami, Florida--despite its ordinarily tropical climate--for the only time in its history. Snowfall has occurred farther south in the United States only on the high mountains of the state of Hawaii.
I know this has nothing to do with Ontario, but it's interesting to note. My dad is from the same hometown as George and I've been to Grimsby lots of times, the winters there are astoundingly cold.
Catch the snowflakes little children Cause the storm is going bury you alive
should be
Catch the snowflakes little children Count them as they bury you alive
The ending should go like this:
The season’s holding us all hostage Better do whatever it demands We should all know that we’ve got a crisis We’ve all got frostbitten hands
One! There's nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you Nine! There's nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you Seven! There's nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you Seven! There's nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you
This season’s growing cold I fear that this could be the end And there’s no sign of hope We’ve got a crisis on our hands
this song the intro reminds me of new noise refused
Yeah it does sound kinda like New Noise. Oh well, still a good song.
The new album's artwork is completely tied in with this particular song. It even says in the liner notes. It's pretty much just about a blizzard in 1977 that hit St. Catharines and most of the Niagara region.
I'm pretty sure that this song is about the North American Blizzard of 1977. It fits in very well, especially the line "your car might be your coffin". nine people were found dead in their cars after the blizzard was over. It was also described as "a wall of white burying the city" there's a lot of other links too. check it out for yourself. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_American_blizzard_of_1977
Any connection to Pulmonary Archery?
"..And 1977 was a long time ago.."