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Monsoon Lyrics
Rolling thunder
Like a voice that commands
Rain drops fall
Like the blood from your hands
Pray to God
But I doubt that he's listening
This world is a gutter
That he likes to piss in tonight
Millions of people
Quietly sleep
Dreaming of deserts
As the puddles grow deep
Dark clouds of rage
Black out the sun
The rivers will run
Red with their blood
No place left dry
No place of shelter for which to run
People huddle in mass
Waiting for the storm to pass
But it's just begun
Millions of people
All of you people
Dream of the sandman
But the sandman has turned to mud
Rain falling down
Is this another great flood?
The rivers are running
Red with our blood
Like a voice that commands
Rain drops fall
Like the blood from your hands
But I doubt that he's listening
This world is a gutter
That he likes to piss in tonight
Quietly sleep
Dreaming of deserts
As the puddles grow deep
Black out the sun
The rivers will run
Red with their blood
No place of shelter for which to run
People huddle in mass
Waiting for the storm to pass
But it's just begun
All of you people
Dream of the sandman
But the sandman has turned to mud
Is this another great flood?
The rivers are running
Red with our blood
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Submitted by
patgas On Apr 17, 2002
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i think its about the end of the world and a plague that could come with it.
its a flood!
hmm. i love trail of deads music.
Anyone else reminded of "LA Woman" by the Doors?
me thinks these boys have read up on their yeats poems ie "The Second Coming" hint, hint.
It's pretty obvious that it's a flood... but what kind of 'flood'?
When I hear this song I feel that the flood it's just an allegory of the (on going) destruction: while millions of people dream of achieving welfare by means of the so called progress (?!), the very same people that dream and pushes towards it cannot see that this suicidal race will make (and is making) run rivers of blood, our blood.
We are already seeing how the sandman is turning into mud, but still we don't want to wake up from our dream (is it really ours?) and is becoming into a nightmare, a nightmare in which there is no shelter nor place to scape.
We are waiting for the storm to pass, but the storm has just begun.