Thunders (15:47)			(Canto / Winks / O'Mallard / Toro)
(the bloos)

including "De Destructione Romae"
      and "Jesus Guy"

Musicians:

Wolverine: Vocals, keyboards, programming;
Piggley Winks: Electric guitar;
Dannan O'Mallard: Bass guitar;
Fernando Toro: Drum set, xylophone, tubular bells;
Molly Winks: Tambourine, surdo drum, triangle, sleigh bells, crowbular bells.

	Words:

	Why does it have to rain when I go out to work?
	And it keeps on raining until I come back home.
	The traffic becomes slow, and everything looks grey,
	And my shoes begin to squelch, and my feet get wet.
	I'm going to get sick, 'cause the rain is too cold.
	And I have to carry this umbrella everywhere,
	It makes both my hands busy, and it doesn't even do much good.
	There is water on the road, big puddles, by the sidewalk,
	And some car will drive right over it, and make it splash all over me.

	And when I get home, things don't get much better.
	There are buckets and pots on the floor, and on the table.
	The roof is leaking right on top of my bed,
	And of the telephone, and of the computer.
	The rain got so hard, they had to cut electricity.
	Now I can't see a thing, it's raining even harder.
	Rain does not help me, and just never will.
	I can take the wind, I can take the sun,
	I can take the cold, but rain, I just can't stand.
	It's been hot these days, but we're not going to the beach,
	'Cause it will be raining the entire holiday.

	Now you will tell me a lot of good things about rain,
	So take this telephone and call someone who gives a damn.
	The rain can wash the roads, and the streets, and the sidewalk,
	But if we want that, we can pay someone to do the job.
	If I want water, I'll open the faucet.
	If I want a bath, I'll turn on the shower.
	It should be raining on the farmlands and fields, where people need it.
	People starve in the northeast, and it rains here instead.
	It always rains in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong intensity.
	Thanks for all the car crashes and floods and storms.
	Thanks for being a bitch, rain, I hate you.
	We don't need you here.
	No one wants you here.
	Go away, dammit.
	You destroyed enough lives already.
	I want to go out of my house.
	I want the birds singing, and the sun.
	I want to meet my friends,
	But not until the storm is over.
	Get the hell out of here, will ya?
	Oh, for goodness' sakes!

	"De Destructione Romae"

	"Hooves shod with barbarous iron strike sparks from Via Sacra;
	   fallen, fallen is Rome, she who was queen of the Earth!
	 Breathe in me fire, Bellona, now the Muses have fled from the carnage -
	   Clio faints, Polymnia shrieks, Erato whores in the camps.
	 Now for the victors to drink and to shake Earth with dancing,
	   now for the losers to drag and drain deep of defeat.
	 Fallen, fallen the vicious and fair, as fell Sodom and Salem:
	   Lord of Thunder nor Lord of the Hosts shelter'd her in her need!
	 Would no goose on the Capitol wake to honk her a warning
	   that she might rouse unto arms those that gave her their lives?
	 Stern Cato, proud Julius, why do you sleep to this hour
	   that Odovakar may trample your republic and crown?
	 Wail, maidens hymeneal, wail that Rome, the divine, the eternal
	   ravished and faint is become the concubine of the Goth!
	 Was there no soldier to gird on steel without payment in silver?
	   No patrician to change spilth of wine for enemy blood?
	 Run, hooded Tiber, to shroud your daughter's face in your bosom:
	   fallen, fallen is Rome, she who was queen of the Earth!"

Copyright 2006 by Fernie Canto. All Rights Reserved.
"De Destructione Romae" Copyright 2005 by Christina Nordlander. All Rights Reserved.