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Quiet Storm
words and music by glennny

Serves me right
for falling asleep again
I forgot to mention my true intention
and now it's turned to shite
always bucking against the norm
your rage is raining cotton balls
and I'm enduring the quiet storm

when the truth came out it made sense to me
you had some pretty good reasons
but i didn't see them
if you were waiting for my intuition
you might wait too long for its fruition

so uptight when you keep it inside again
you will lose your station
and its creation will lead us to a fight
I'm always wondering how it might take form
your rage is raining cotton balls
and I'm enduring the quiet storm

I was so alone inside my head
after what you said
I waited for you
I didn't know what for
culminating in the quiet storm

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In my rowdy days
reclusion never gave me faze
I did not care
If I woke alone or not at all

The hands of time dug my grave
conceit - my friend - began to fade
a cold wind blew
the best of times seemed be all behind

In my darkest days
a quiet storm came my way
she cleared the air
then she sang to me and set me free.

(for Kath)

The Quiet Storm
Hoops

Hoops: lyrics, music, drums, bass, guitars, keyboards (piano, electric piano, organ, sampled French horn), vocals, production.


(4/4)
Fmaj7 Em7
The quiet storm is how you feel
Dm7 Cmaj7
When you come home late and your dog's on the phone
Bbmaj7 Am7
The hamster is chewing an electric cable
Dsus4 D Gsus4 G
And the cat is scratching the occasional table

The quiet storm is how you feel
When you wake up late and your wife's drinking gin
The doctor prescribes you a suppository
And the horse won't read you a bedtime story


*Chorus*
Fmaj7 Em
All these things have happened
Am(sus4) Am Dsus4 D
In the last few years
Fmaj7 Esus4 E7
They conjure up images, in my head,
Am G Fmaj7 Fm6 Cmaj7
Of a quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet storm


(French horn solo - 3/4)
Cm9 G7 Cm9 G7 Abm(maj7) Abm(b5)maj7 Ebmaj7 G7
Cm9 G7 Cm9 G7 Abm(maj7) Abm(b5)maj7 Ebmaj7 G7
Cm Cm(maj7)/B Cm7/Bb Cm6/A Abm(maj7) Abm(b5)maj7 Ebmaj7


(4/4)
The quiet storm is how you feel
When your grandmother's coffin is stuck up a tree
Your boss's suggestions are too obscene
And the dentist's chair is a nasty shade of green

The quiet storm is how you feel
When your beautiful wagon has lost a wheel
Your wife has left you for a vet
And the dog is smoking a cigarette


*Chorus*

Berkeley Social Scene

Living in the Canyon
no where else to go
warm days, cold beers
and the radio

The Quiet Storm
we’re riding high
Not much to do
while we’re getting by

The sunshine never ends
we soak it in all day
lazy mornings, hazy nights
watching shadows fade

The Quiet Storm
we’re riding high
Not much to do
while we’re getting by

Let’s head down to Sunset
and walk the boulevard
stars shine a little brighter there
and its really not that far

100 bpm
Intro: C Am F G
Verse: C Am G F x2 F
Chorus: Am C F G
Intro: C Am F G
Verse: C Am G F x2 F
Chorus: Am C F G
Bridge: F-Em- Am
Solo: C Am G F x2 F
Chorus: Am C F G
Chorus: Am C F G
End on Am

John Lampson

Sometimes the stress gets the best of me
I'm curled up tight, and I can't breathe
And I'm too proud to voice my fears I'm close to giving up
I'm in the bathtub at 4 am again

But with no one to call and nowhere to turn
I keep it all inside
I keep it all inside

It's just one lone memory:
It was warm and windy that day
You took me with a shaking hand; your voice said "son, she's gone",
And I knew then that I'd never be the same

But with no one to call and nowhere to turn
I keep it all inside
I keep it all inside

It's only a question of when, not if
It's this quiet storm with which I live
I've thought too many things for you to forgive

But with no one to call and nowhere to run
I keep it all inside
I keep it all inside

The Quiet Storm

Bm-E x3
Fm-A-C#m7-E x2

Cry without waking
Grow without taking
Surge without breaking

Quietly

Cry without making a sound
Fly with your feet on the ground
Try for this heaven you’ve found

Quietly, Silently
Quickly as you dare
Quietly, Piously
Take your first breath of air

Sing without knowing the tune
Carve without knowing the runes
Cast your spell without that gloom

Quietly, Silently
Quickly as you dare
Swiftly, Piously
Take your first breath of air

G-Aadd9-Bm
Leave the harbor safe and warm
Eye of the quiet storm

Quietly, Silently
Quickly as you dare
Quietly, Quietly
Take your first breath of air

Pegasus without any wings
Golden harp without any strings
Head of Medusa without that curse that she brings

Leave the harbor safe and warm
Raise no cause for alarm
Eye of the quiet storm
Eye of the quiet storm

Bridge
E-C#m7-A-B

Grow wise without turning a page
Downsize without any rage
It’s a strange actor without any stage

Quietly, Silently
Quickly as you dare
Quietly, Quietly
Take your first breath of air

A Quiet Storm

After work, drenched with stress
I pour a drink to decompress
Kill the lights and take off my threads
I light a smoke and float to bed

A quiet storm washes away
The toil and trouble of the day

Before long, you're in my head
And I think about those things you said
Don’t matter now, you’re by my side
We talk it out and let things slide

A quiet storm washes away
The toil and trouble of the day

Spring rolls in the season spruce
Then grains of rain pepper the roof
We cozy up, under the sheets
With a perfect song to fall asleep

A quiet storm washes away
The toil and trouble of the day
A quiet storm washes away
The toil and trouble of the day

Born under a smokestack in a steel town
Adopted by her sensei, a man of few words
Before she could walk he had her breaking wooden boards
She grew up and she broke my heart 'cause I could not win hers

Charlene was the quiet one in school
A tomboy with the long, blonde hair and canvas shoes
Walking past the dojo she's kicking heads in slow-mo
Oh Karate Girl, I wanna walk you home
There's gonna be a storm

Charlene was a quiet achiever
It made us all so proud to see her fight around the world
Bronze in '88 only made her train that much harder
She went back to Japan in '89 and won the gold

She pulled a hadoken on my heart
When she turned me down it hit me like an uppercut
The wind cries 'Shoryuken' now I'm just a 1-P start
Karate Lady, your love of martial arts is tearing me apart

Life goes on and I tried to forget
But always deep inside I held a flame for my Charlene
I must admit it took me by surprise when I read
She was a Gladiator now, fighting on TV

Running on the ceiling or sprawled out on the floor
Mike Whitney blows his whistle and they tally up the score
The way she wields a big foam stick only makes me want her more
Karate lady, now they call you Storm.