Black Tornados | Danny Michel

A lovely song by Danny Michel. I have his live album and it is fantastic and the acoustic version is even better than this one. A great Canadian artist.

Black Tornados

Meanwhile in LA traffic
The crowd looks drastic
There’s hell to pay
Car tires crushing plastic

And all those things we throw away
Above the engines stalling
The sky is falling on everything
I heard the waves are breaking
The earth is quaking
So I spread my wings

I’m coming home
I’m coming home
And I’m coming home
Back to your sweet potatoes
And black tornados

Tourists are picture taking
This town is faking
But it don’t fool me

The waitress is sick of waiting
So she sells gun shells by the sea
I turned the car back over
The engine smoldered

The sky was charred
It was somewhere in Flora Vista
I really missed ya, and it hit me hard

So I’m coming home
And I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Back to your sweet potatoes
And black tornados

I can hear – your boots on hardwood floors
I can hear – your heart and I want more
I can hear – your voice ignite the chorus
I can hear it, I can hear it

Meanwhile in LA traffic
My hands look plastic
It’s time to flee

So I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Back to your sweet potatoes
And black tornados

I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Back to your sweet potatoes
And black tornados


Black Tornados | Danny Michel.

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