Meteorology

Track name: Meteorology Your MC be Mabozza Richi Trefoil Trauma, the home of The Hornery What’d ya’ll wanna talk about Subjects seemingly humdrum can be easily elevated A drum thump, a strum on guitar, a cymbal syncopated So it is with the weather — it brings people together Standing in a queue you might as well have a blether But whatever the fella you’re sorta gelling with is tellin’ ya You can always pull a Magellan sneeze and give him rubella Lure him into the heather, alluding to pleasured nethers Then fuckin’ leather him n steal all of his golden treasures Only fronting, no pressure, you’ll be hailing me yes sir Precipitating a reign to rival Nebuchadnezzar Nature readies for war; no bird or beast jolts the silence Await the sky brightening with bolts of white violence Visible horizon for miles, light sublime for a while then snaps back to darkness in a humbling style Thunders rumbling wild like an untamed child And we're stuck here with him, so the outlook’s vile Slow falling down like a lullaby Forecast bleak but we got thick skin Slow falling down like a lullaby Sky's so grey, guess it's rain again Slow falling down like a lullaby Forecast bleak but we got thick skin Slow falling down like a lullaby Sky's so grey, guess it's rain again 10 years later, front page of the papers storm for the ages: Snowmageddon Bad news for the lad who's gonna be a dad soon Hence the accelerated shotgun wedding Missus in labour, her old man’s a hater Buses backed up and the train’s running later Snow up to his knees but Jon knows nothing Be there if he freezes; steed of strong stuffing No bluffing, now he’s huffing and puffing Ducking and brushing past the onrushing police ’n sees his son gush out his missus’ tuppence Like a mutton turducken and chucks a little In his mouth from all the skin that he’s sloughing. Not to take away or slate in any way I’m sayin’ he loves them The sun was finally out, so now it’s naming discussions Is it Kevin or Justin? She says her grandfather’s Prussian Her dad chips in he’s always been a fan of Hacksaw Jim Duggan Ceasing to fear repercussions he sought the father’s expulsion Implying being instrumental in his mother’s seduction While showing obvious revulsion Dad began to convulse And then productively erupted with repulsive emulsion Like spit which splattered unflatteringly in a scattering pattern And hit the only thing that mattered - his own son getting spattered Dad is running his mouth now and he calls his son a bastard So he grabbed daddy’s apparel and he ripped them in tatters The father noted the peril thought he was over a barrel And so he voted to elope while quoting jokes from Will Ferrell With his shitty patter given like a pitter patter dripping of a drain Which then made him think of rain then a calming wave washed over his brain Hey... We should name the baby Kane Slow falling down like a lullaby Forecast bleak but we got thick skin Slow falling down like a lullaby Sky's so grey, guess it's rain again Slow falling down like a lullaby Forecast bleak but we got thick skin Slow falling down like a lullaby Sky's so grey, guess it's rain again