Chasing Tornadoes EP

by Chasing Tornadoes

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released May 2, 2017

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Chasing Tornadoes Dudley, UK

Chasing Tornadoes is the mostly ambient music (there are some deviations) pseudonym of UK bassist, Russ Sargeant.

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Track Name: Forgotten Ones
All I can hear between the sirens and the crowds
Is the sound of children crying, waiting to be found.
In amongst the rubble there are parents crying out,
"Is it all lost, lost, lost..?"

Those who can are helping bring the brave to shore
Handing out the life jackets and water to them all.
I can see the children waiting to be found.

Will you be the one to hand a lifeline to me?
Will you be the once to give me hope?
Is everything lost, or can I call this home?

All I can hear between the sirens and the crowds
Is the sound of children crying as the bombs are falling down.
In amongst the rubble there are parents crying out,
"Is it all lost, lost, lost..?"
Track Name: Still
How many soul searches
Must I make before I mend?
Breaking your heart felt like
Nothing else, like nothing else.

Love me, hold me, still
'Til we grow old.

Working through disarming
The thoughts that lay inside my head.
Know that I've decided to not look back
That man is dead.

Love me, hold me, still
'Til we grow old.
Love me, hold me, still
'Til we grow old.

Now we're together growing older,
We've got everything and more,
Seems like only yesterday.
Track Name: Today
See the street lights,
They know nothing at all,
But simply light the path
That leads me to the door.

Mixed emotions,
History plays on my mind
So my head it twists and turns,
Denies me space to find.

When the morning comes
I see the same old faces.
When it's time to rise and shine
I'll find the strength to make it through the day.
I'm not satisfied and I know the truth that drives me,
That I'm not defined my what I do
But who I am today.

Familiarity is a crowded road,
And ideology is like a nagging wound.
It's only second best,
And it's self denial;
It's the bane of my existence,
Treated like a child.

When the morning comes
I see the same old faces.
When it's time to rise and shine
I'll find the strength to make it through the day.
I'm not satisfied and I know the truth that drives me,
That I'm not defined my what I do
But who I am today.