HWYL #8 High and dry

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Our Own Summer

Lay My Bags Down

Those special headlines which did not get the attention they may should have gotten, or not :p  https://soundcloud.com/benjo80/sets/newshop

Lyrics:
September spun wild — storms, scandals, and scenes surreal,
Headlines flipped like records, every story had a feel.
So we ride the rhythm, from sky to court to stage,
Ten tales in rhyme, all locked on this page.

Changchun skies lit up with futuristic dreams,
Two flying cars rehearsing tore apart the seams.
Sparks and smoke rained down, the crowd stunned still,
When tomorrow’s transport crashes, it bends our will.
Lisbon’s hills are steep, the rails a historic ride,
But the cable car slipped, tragedy couldn’t hide.
Tourists scattered, sirens wailed in mournful tone,
City of fado now crying for its own.

Oooooo…
Sing the truth, the rise, the fall,
Echo voices, we hear it all.
Storms and trials, songs and scars,
Lift the world beneath the stars.

Typhoon Ragasa stormed, runways drowned in rain,
Thirty-six hours frozen, travelers felt the strain.
Suitcases as pillows, departures in delay,
Nature flexed its power, kept the jets at bay.
Airspace locked tight, controllers hit the switch,
Copenhagen and Oslo caught in drone glitch.
Flights stuck on tarmac, nerves stretched thin,
Man versus machine — who’s gonna win?

Oooooo…

Japan’s beer giant hacked, taps ran dry,
Servers down, production stalled, questions why.
Digital thieves brewed chaos, lines went cold,
In a nation of order, disruption bold.
Seven years silent, the amps gather dust,
Radiohead walks out, fans scream in trust.
London O2 roared as the chords cut deep,
Old ghosts awaken, no one dares sleep.

Oooooo…

Courtroom echoes — Sting faces the past,
Ex-bandmates suing, royalties to outlast.
The Police reunion’s not on the stage,
It’s in legal briefs, with anger as gauge.
Ex-president falls, legacy in chain,
Sarkozy sentenced, law calls his name.
From palaces of power to a prison block,
Justice hit hard like a ticking clock.
Bars of soap scented like fried clams,
Smell of the sea in suburban hands.
Half gag gift, half ocean dream,
We wash in brine — absurd supreme.
Quantico halls heavy with command,
Hundreds of generals at Hegseth’s hand.
New warrior codes, standards laid bare,
Tension thick — history in the air.

Oooooo…

In Virginia the generals gathered, reshaping the standards, the pressure commanded,
With steel in their voices they tightened the choices, the ranks reprimanded.
In China two flying cars clashed in rehearsal, the sparks in the sky turned the dream universal,
The crowd in a gasp as the wreckage collapsed, futuristic hope now reversal.
Typhoon Ragasa shut Hong Kong’s runways, storms in the night turned to long delays,
Travelers stranded, the tension expanded, the city was braced for the heavy waves.
Asahi went dark when the hackers invaded, production was halted, the system degraded,
The taps all ran dry as the servers went shy, Japan in confusion, frustrated.
Radiohead woke up the London crowd, seven years gone but the chords were loud,
The O2 shook with the fever reborn, nostalgia and future in perfect form.
Lisbon’s rails cracked under tragic weight, the funicular’s fall sealed a mournful fate,
Sirens and sorrow cut through the song, a city in mourning the whole night long.
Sarkozy faced the gavel’s call, pride undone by the justice wall,
A president’s fall from power to cell, history rings with the stories it tells.
And Sting fought ghosts of the band he led, courtroom echoes of words unsaid,
The Police in dispute, not on the stage, but tangled in law on a bitter page..

Oooooo…

September’s reel played sharp, no pause,
From generals to typhoons, to courts of laws.
Ten tales in double-time, wrapped in rhyme,
The month was a mixtape — stamped in time...

HWYL #8 High and dry

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