Little Big Town - Tornado

Thought you'd change the weather
Start a little storm
Make a little rain
But I'm gonna do one better hide the sun until you pray
I'm a tornado, looking for a soul to take

You're gonna see me coming by the selfish things you did
I'm gonna leave you guessin' how this funnel is gonna hit
I'm a tornado, looking for a man to break

I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around
Toss it in the air and throw it in the ground
Make sure you're never found
Thought you'd take a swing
Try another girl, try another night,
But it's the pain that brings my force of nature back to life
I'm a tornado
More disturbed than an F5

I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around
Toss it in the air and throw it in the ground
Make sure you're never found

The winds are getting stronger
The sky is falling through
And you ain't got much longer
Till the rage rips off the roof
I'm a tornado...
And I'm coming after you...

The First Day of Summer!

Road at La Cavée, Pourville -Claude Monet

To Summer

by William Blake

(1757-1827)

O thou who passest thro' our valleys in

Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat

That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,

Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft

Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld

With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard

Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car

Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs

Sit down, and in our mossy valleys, on

Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy

Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream:

Our valleys love the Summer in his pride.

Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire:

Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:

Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:

We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,

Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,

Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.