The Missing Hurricane

[INTRO] [Radio static] [Distant storm ambience] [Weather radio tones] [Pirate Radio voice:] Good evening, listeners. Tonight marks the thirty-second anniversary of Hurricane Iris. As always, we advise caution when discussing the event with those who do not remember it. [VERSE 1] The records say it made landfall Late September, just before dawn Category Four across the coastline Then somehow the memory was gone Weather stations tracked its movement Radar watched it cross the sea Every newspaper in the region Printed the same story Photographs show flooded streets Boats pushed miles inland Insurance claims filled warehouses Damage spread across the land [PRE-CHORUS] The evidence remains The evidence survives Yet ask a hundred people And you'll get a hundred puzzled eyes [CHORUS] Every record says it happened Every memory says it didn't Every photograph remembers Every witness has forgotten Every map still bears the scars Every archive keeps the proof Every record says it happened Yet nobody recalls the truth [DROP] The missing hurricane The missing hurricane [VERSE 2] I found an old weather bulletin Folded in a filing drawer Warnings issued every hour For a storm nobody remembers anymore The evacuation routes were crowded Gas stations ran dry for days Yet somehow every conversation Ends the exact same way "Maybe you're mistaken" "Maybe it's another storm" "Maybe those reports are mislabeled" "Maybe those photos were altered" Still the records never change Still the dates remain the same Still the sea knows something happened Even if nobody can name it [PRE-CHORUS] The evidence remains The evidence survives Yet ask a hundred people And you'll get a hundred puzzled eyes [CHORUS] Every record says it happened Every memory says it didn't Every photograph remembers Every witness has forgotten Every map still bears the scars Every archive keeps the proof Every record says it happened Yet nobody recalls the truth [DROP] The missing hurricane The missing hurricane [RADIO STATIC] [BRIDGE] Maybe storms can be forgotten Maybe memories can drift Maybe something in the weather Caused the world itself to shift Maybe every generation Loses pieces of its past Maybe Hurricane Iris Simply slipped between the cracks Or maybe somewhere on another coastline People still tell the story And wonder how we forgot [BUILD] September twenty-third September twenty-third September twenty-third How does a storm disappear? [FINAL CHORUS] Every record says it happened Every memory says it didn't Every photograph remembers Every witness has forgotten Every map still bears the scars Every archive keeps the proof Every record says it happened Yet nobody recalls the truth Every record says it happened Every record says it happened The missing hurricane [OUTRO] [Storm ambience] [Weather radio static] [Pirate Radio voice:] Tomorrow's forecast remains favorable. As for Hurricane Iris... We still remember. Transmission continues...