Lost in Static 18 And the storm is closing in now Automatic 18 - Got to push through - Trapped in living hell You're a prisoner of the dark sky The propeller blades are still And the evil eye of the hurricane's Coming in now for the kill
But the works of man are impotent against the assaults of nature . . .
Undertow" "I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl
Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.
You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.
He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.
For try as one may to expel nature with a hayfork, it will always come back.
The resistance and the degree of the resistance to the natural phenomenon of life causes tremendous suffering.
I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality.
