BeJae Fleming: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

Hurricane season, storm coming fast
Homeless huddled underneath the 10th Street overpass
Traffic headed one way, the ocean swells and heaves
The cautious getting out before it’s too late to leave
Wind screams through the alleys in the seedy part of town
It’s hurricane season, rain’s coming down

Hurricane season, sounds like a howling moan
Wires snap and sizzle, electricity is gone
The faithful pray to Jesus to lead them to the light
The disbelievers tremble in a holy ghost night
Sirens wail, thunder rolls, dogs bay in their yards
It’s hurricane season rain’s falling hard

Hurricane season, eye of the storm
Everything quiet, won’t be for long
Deserted buildings, boarded-up glass
Everything waiting for the next blast

Hurricane season, the smart ones get away
Only fools who look for trouble and the long-forgotten stay
Waiting out the devastation waiting for some saving grace
Waiting for the transformation to take place
Waiting for the awful cleansing and the born-again new
It’s hurricane season and I’m waiting – waiting for you