Strange Weather Lyrics
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
An' I believe that brandy's mine.
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.
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.
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 the end
When once again we are strangers
And the fog comes rolling in.
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.
You ready ? 2, 3, 4, 1.






i 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

Do 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)