It's so emotional and yes, really sad but I think the part about the baby represents new hope so its kind of a bitter sweet thing. General Comment This song is about a life being transfered into another. Marky Mark. General Comment As I write this I am siting in a hospice house with my husband, who is dying from stage IV colon cancer.
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind.
I wept the first time I heard this song. Our grown children and their children are gathering now, and we will all be together within a few days to say goodbye. For some reason I had to hear this song again - and I wept again. There is a circle of life that you can see very clearly from this end of the spectrum.
I felt it very strongly when i welcomed my children to this world, and now I feel like I am giving my husband back. The world will go on without him, and eventually without me, I am sure of it every time I look in my children's faces. Flag rtrt on June 04, Song Meaning this should clear it up While the clip is shot in a home environment, I envisioned it taking place in a hospital, where all these simultaneous deaths and births are going on, one family mourning the loss of a woman while a screaming baby emerges from a young mother in another room. General Comment i agree with you completely gage.
General Comment This is dedicated to a woman who was a friend of some of the band members who died in a car accident. THe song is about a mother dying in childbirth and the other is about the child dying. Although that is not how Barbara Lewis died, the song is for her. Actually you're a little off. The baby lives. It's about a woman giving birth in a hospital and down the hall at the same time an old woman was dying. Lightning crashes, a new mother cries child birth is painful Her placenta falls to the floor The angel opens her eyes baby is the "angel", opening its eyes for the first time.
The confusion sets in before the doctor can even close the door I believe confusion is used to illustrate the struggle for life i explain that more later. Oh now feel it comin' back again Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again I can feel it I think the songs hook is describing crossing over or the feeling of life happening around you birth and death, begining and endings etc. And puts the glory out to hide, hide Flag tuchesuavae on September 23, Well I think your right.
This song could be about the circle of life. Flag mrwrang on December 30, General Comment I agree with notperfect. The baby doesn't die. It is new life being brought forth into the world while an old one is being taken. How easy and fun! General Comment Most people miss the most central meaning to this song. Not trying to be arrogant, but it just really jumps out at me. One spirit "dying" and moving into the closest "birth. Obviously a reference to Christ, but, how? Rate These Lyrics. Log in now to add this track to your mixtape! When it was over, I realized a tree touching the roof had been hit.
The tree was split in half, now in the mangled shape of a Y, with a scar burned right down the middle. Anything not tied down was in tatters. Large, mature trees were uprooted and lawn furniture rested at the bottom of the pool. Pulverized debris was ankle-deep. I had just weathered a storm that left me amazed, but did not know that it would change my life.
Lightning now made me nervous, even when seeing it from a distance. I greeted the monsoon with dread, waking anxiously to the claps of thunder. Arizona storms come every July like clockwork. I lived here now. I had to find a remedy. Since fear comes from the unknown, I set out to make lightning the known. If I educated myself on exactly how lightning works, would I lose the fear forever?
I absorbed everything I could get my hands on. Soon, I learned that lightning works in an entirely different way than I had thought. Within a year, my fears were dripping away, quickly becoming replaced with fascination. A desire to watch, observe and experience the storms was rekindled. I actually looked forward to monsoon. One thing that I love about life is surprises. Observing a storm was no longer enough. The problem with lightning is that it happens only for a split second, not enough time to get a good long look. Photography was the answer. I was already a photographer, but had never captured lightning.
This would lead me down a rather bizarre path with no end in sight. Mastering the lightning exposure took a couple seasons to perfect. The goal was not just any lightning shot, but clear ones with tack-sharp detail. My first year chasing it included long drives of four and five hours each night. I would find myself near some dry lakebed in Willcox, Arizona, at am, shooting lightning bolts four hours from home. The little town of Safford, Arizona, offered me lightning all night long, if I drove an afternoon up sinuous Highway 60 through old mining towns and vast stretches of open land to the eastern part of the state.
Phoenix did not always play out. Lightning nights were fewer, so the miles on my truck ticked by. Tucson, Marana, Casa Grande wherever the lightning went, I was not far behind. People often ask me if I have ever been close to being struck by lightning. There were two close calls in my novice days. One happened in Fort Bowie, Arizona, on a primitive road the southeast corner of the state. I was inspecting a freakishly huge grasshopper and taking his picture. I set him down to compare him to the size of my sunglasses. Thunder crashed close by, reminding me that lightning can look deceptively tame during daylight, but it is no less dangerous.
An unexpected spray of lightning emblazoned skies over me in Marana, Arizona, when once again, I was caught off guard while focusing on something else. I adapted that wise advice to a similar rule of my own when chasing storms, do not be distracted by the beautiful scenery; keep eyes on the storm at all times.
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It is easy to be comfortable under the desert sky, forgetting all about the lightning when winter comes. Many visitors have never even seen desert lightning.
Surprised at what goes on in their absence, winter visitors often find themselves amused by monsoon photographs. Yes, right down by the lake the same lake where they picnicked in February and threw Frisbees in March. Aside from a dusting of snow here and there, the desert is a calm place in winter, filled with visitors attending art festivals, horse shows and celebrity golf events.
Winter is pure bliss, but it is summer that stirs the soul. The same mountains that fold up so serenely during the winter are whipped up into frenzy during monsoon. Heat, fires, torrential rains, brilliant lightning, and flash floods seem to move the earth itself. In July, the mountains are awake. Preparations for stormchasing are made in springtime. There is no escaping it. In a strange twist, just as the desert creatures seem hot and hungry, with the calendar advancing into June, the red saguaro fruits open like a living grocery store for birds and animals.
Higher-based, pulse-type thunderstorms dominate during this time, touching off wildfires. The month of July heralds the onset of monsoon when the dewpoint reaches 55 degrees F or higher for three days in a row in Phoenix.
Real storms with some staying power roll into the deserts, crashing and booming, well into the night. Wind gusts can be extreme, some recorded in excess of mph in the desert, converting any pastoral scene to a sandblast of dust and debris. One night while chasing storms near the town of Apache Junction, Arizona, I narrowly missed an airborne kiddie-pool.
I have learned that a haboob holds the promise of photogenic storms soon to come. Something out there is alive and kicking. As reliably as a watch, the fully formed thunderstorm churns behind the dust. It is time get into position, find a spot and set up cameras. A storm photographer does not stay in one place for long, but moves around constantly as the sky changes.
Dewpoints, and spirits, are high. Monsoon storms of considerable violence bring isolated but seemingly impenetrable curtains of precipitation while lightning explodes overhead. Trees succumb to microbursts, power lines are characteristically uprooted and tossed upside-down into canals, and flash floods lead the evening news.
Like a rolling thunder chasing the wind
Seasoned stormchasers, including myself, will not cross flash floods no matter how tempting. Darkness prevented my seeing the water. A log awaited in the fast-flowing sludge. I was able to maneuver off, but escaped only by luck. Desert flash floods contain an impressive amount of solids. Pavement can also be scoured.
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