Listen.

[supermouse]

Stormy, stormy night,
Paint the windows wet and blatt,
Look on bushes bent and flat,
With lights that shade the darkness orange beige.
Angels from the sill
Fly past trees and cause a thrill
I think my wreath is flying still
In circles over flattened flooded land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
When you forecast this insanity
How you tried to lay this out calmly
I did not listen, I did not did not know how,
I wish I'd listened now.

Stormy, stormy night
In Humber, Thames and German Bight
And gales about the Isle of Wight
With outlook looking worse into the day,
Fair Isle isn't fair
And Rockall looks beyond repair
But don't despair for Finisterre
Fitzroy was found just blown into the bay.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
When you forecast this insanity
With storm force twelve and no visibility
I did not listen, I did not know how
I'll bloody listen now.

Comments

[gool_duck]

*Applause*

[swaldman]

*applause*
I love that second verse :-)

[ailbhe]

Completely brilliant. One of my favourite songs, too.