I originally wrote this song after the Blood Moon (spring) tides of the fall of 2015. You might have seen pictures of the causeway underwater. Nothing like a causeway being flooded to underscore the fact that you live on an island. A friend from Hilton Head suggested I write about being stuck on a island.
“That Siren Whine” was the result.
So, it seemed almost prophetic a year later, when we were visited by Hurricane Matthew, which was as unpleasant as it was unwelcomed.
A little tweaking, a little re-writing and “That Siren Whine” was updated to reflect that storm.
(On a personal note, we are back in our house and out of our last box. In another month of so, we’ll attack the yard – clean up and plantings.)
The above is just me and my guitar
That Siren Whine
High winds, high tide
everybody’s looking for higher ground
running around like they’ve lost their minds
and all you hear above the roar is that siren whine
the causeway’s flooded, streets are closed
everybody’s looking for the friend with a boat
cuz the water’s gonna cover up this town
and all its dirty little secrets are gonna drown
when they say leave they mean they’re gone
so if you stay behind you are on your own
but don’t go crying and pleading to God
when that hurricane comes knocking at your door
when it’s over and everyone returns
they’ll be greeted by the birds
flying in circles, closing in
nothing like a flock of buzzards to rub it in
clearing skies, a rack line
picking at everything’s been left behind
you can’t tell the scavengers from friends
nothing like a catastrophe to bring out the best in men
It ain’t pretty and sure ain’t nice
when Mother Nature tears up paradise
so be careful where you bury you treasure
because you really can’t trust the weather