Words & Music by Brooke Lunderville, 2007.
Ha ha, another cranky winter song! I was waiting for the bus in the rain in Victoria while I was living there for a clerkship in my final year of pharmacy school. It rained steadily until I finished writing it and then promptly cleared up. How polite! I was all excited because I thought I'd invented a new banjo chord, but then when I typed it in to a chord-namer it turned out to be A major 7th, ho-hum. Hmph!
lyrics
There are blank white dawns in August
When the sun has burned the colour out of the sky
There may be thunder claps and lightning
But when the storm is over you're already dry
There are blank white skies in winter, too
When the clouds stand shoulder to shoulder promising rain
And they're so earnest, they're so faithful
As they prosecute their rounds, I feel I should not complain
But I am wet, so wet
My bones are sodden and damp
I am wet, so wet
I am marked with winter's stamp
Wet, so wet
For February speaks with only one voice:
It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice
You can't shake the weather off,
It settles in to you closer than your own name
You can set yourself on fire
But when the smoke is over you will feel the same
Wet, so wet
That moss grows on your north side
Wet, so wet
That the moon imposes a tide
Wet, so wet
For February speaks with only one voice:
It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice
It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice
credits
from
Steel Cage Match,
released 19 June 2009
Vocals, banjola: Brooke Lunderville
Guitar: John Caspell