Angry Skies

 

Words and music by Ez Jon Erikson copyright control 2003

 

 

I remember the summer days when I was a young boy

Wake in the mornings knowing there would be sun all day

My mum and dad would take us out for picnics in the hills

We'd sit on the dry warm hay

 

We'd go fishing on holiday

My brothers, father and I

Stand on the pier with a view overlooking the bay

There were so many fish out there in that sea

We'd catch some every day

 

These days I can hardly tell the seasons apart

And the fish seem to have gone away

The sun never shines and the rain never pours

The skies seem to remain grey

 

When did the sun last shine down on this land

And the fields feel warm and dry

These days the sea washes oil onto the sand

And we're trapped under angry skies

 

Small specialist businesses are killed off by superstores

TV stations battle over exclusive rights for sport

Children are overexposed to sex, drugs and violence

They don't really have a childhood anymore

 

Psycho murderers, terrorist attacks, disregard for human life

What makes a person behave in an evil way?

Innocent suffer as politicians play their stubborn parts

The biggest inland bomb went off today

 

If the sun was to shine even for an hour

Those harmful rays would burn right through your skin

There's so much disease in this world

You get scared of what to eat

Scared to even breath the air in

 

When did the rain last pour down on this land?

When was the water level in the rivers last high?

These days water suppliers struggle to meet the demands

And we're trapped under angry skies

Trapped under angry skies