[ Partial PARODY, part TRIBUTE. Tribute in homage and inspired by my online friend Cindy Colbert. Shout-out to Hendrix for WIND CRIES MARY. Happy belated #HALLOWEEN2026 to all. See too my FALCON inspired (by her online handle) tune as well as our SONG BATTLES between me and LadyDevil (all in good fun). For the record, my ExWife's name is: RHONDA. THE WIND CRIES CINDY https://suno.com/s/KT8FY0wvNcQ0fMqz ] [intro] Halloween has past, but the ghouls not done yet, Outside late at night, get such a fright, weather gets windy, I hear it cry CINDY. [verse 1] The alley’s all damp cardboard, a bus goes by at two, my keys shake in my pocket like they know what’s due. A screen door bangs two houses down, some dog won’t quit the chase, and every little sound out here has my name in its place. [chorus] Outside late at night, the wind kicks hard, then cuts. It slaps the fence, rattles the gate, gets under my window and up my guts. It turns the corner, drags my name through wires, bricks, and rain, then “Cindy,” it haunts and taunts me, saying low, like it’s trying to get me back to her again. [verse 2] The corner store is closing, the clerk wipes down the glass, I buy a pack of gum I don’t even want just to make the minutes pass. A bike chain clanks, a siren fades, somebody laughs too loud, I pull my hood up to my chin and melt into the crowd. [chorus] Outside late at night, the wind kicks hard, then cuts. It slaps the fence, rattles the gate, gets under my window and up my guts. It turns the corner, drags my name through wires, bricks, and rain, then “Cindy,” it haunts and taunts me, saying low, like it’s trying to get me back to her again. [bridge] I know it’s only weather, only poles and busted hinges, but when that voice comes skimming past it hits like all the bad things. So I stand still on the stoop awhile, let it shout itself out dry, count the red steps, one by one, and watch it race the sky. [final chorus] Outside late at night, the wind kicks hard, then cuts. It slaps the fence, rattles the gate, gets under my window and up my guts. It turns the corner, drags my name through wires, bricks, and rain, then “Cindy,” it haunts and taunts me, saying low, like it’s trying to get me back to her again. then “Cindy,” it keeps saying low, like it’s trying to get back in again. [ (C) 2026 Joseph M Lenard media SEND US FEEDBACK (via CTP Show): https://www.buzzsprout.com/2210487/fan_mail/new - https://tinyurl.com/SubscribeToCTP - CTP Audios: https://tinyurl.com/CTPonBuzzsprout - CTP Videos: https://tinyurl.com/CTPonBITCHUTE - https://tinyurl.com/CTPgear - https://tinyurl.com/JLenardDetroitGear - AI images/videos/audio CTP uses: https://tinyurl.com/GalaxyMagicaAI - https://www.buymeacoffee.com/jlenarddetroit ]
