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I was trying to think of a good song to express how I feel about this year. The song that came to me, and which I now adopt as my personal Ram fan theme song for this year (and, to some extent, for the Book of SpiralHorns IV), comes from The Alarm, a Welsh band that had some moderate popularity back in my college days.
The song is "Where Were You Hiding When the Storm Broke." The lyrics below convey the message I send to those Ram fans who are losing hope and predicting nothing but gloom.
Where Were You Hiding When The Storm Broke
Born into a war and peace,
forced to choose between a right and wrong.
Each man kills the thing he loves,
for better or for worse.
Face to face with a ragged truth,
mixed up or torn in two.
And turned your back on the only thing,
that could save you from yourself.
Where were you hiding,
when the storm broke,
when the rain began to fall?
When the thunder and the lightning struck,
and the rain and the four winds did howl.
After all time building up,
comes inevitable knocking down.
Comes deceivers, liars, gamblers,
pick-pocket entourage.
Selling out is a cardinal sin,
sinning with a safety net.
They say that all things come in threes,
Well, here comes the third degree.
Where were you hiding,
when the storm broke,
when the rain began to fall?
When the thunder and the lightning struck,
and the rain and the four winds did howl.
All cards are marked,
and all fates will collide.
The truth is the truth,
or the truth is surely a lie.
Get back in your shelter,
if you can't come down off the fence.
And one more question,
where were you?
Where were you?
Where were you hiding,
when the storm broke
when the rain began to fall?
When the thunder and the lightning struck,
and the four winds did howl.
The song is "Where Were You Hiding When the Storm Broke." The lyrics below convey the message I send to those Ram fans who are losing hope and predicting nothing but gloom.
Where Were You Hiding When The Storm Broke
Born into a war and peace,
forced to choose between a right and wrong.
Each man kills the thing he loves,
for better or for worse.
Face to face with a ragged truth,
mixed up or torn in two.
And turned your back on the only thing,
that could save you from yourself.
Where were you hiding,
when the storm broke,
when the rain began to fall?
When the thunder and the lightning struck,
and the rain and the four winds did howl.
After all time building up,
comes inevitable knocking down.
Comes deceivers, liars, gamblers,
pick-pocket entourage.
Selling out is a cardinal sin,
sinning with a safety net.
They say that all things come in threes,
Well, here comes the third degree.
Where were you hiding,
when the storm broke,
when the rain began to fall?
When the thunder and the lightning struck,
and the rain and the four winds did howl.
All cards are marked,
and all fates will collide.
The truth is the truth,
or the truth is surely a lie.
Get back in your shelter,
if you can't come down off the fence.
And one more question,
where were you?
Where were you?
Where were you hiding,
when the storm broke
when the rain began to fall?
When the thunder and the lightning struck,
and the four winds did howl.
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