Cannons (John Peel 10/2/81) - Siouxsie And The Banshees Troubled weather's on its way
Tempests threaten us today There's no respite from long dark nights Just the fantasy of spring From the hailstones of summer To a scorching winter land
A frozen death sleep, then this heat
Beats down on this buckled land
Flames lick closer to the core From city limits fireball And in a headless chicken run
Race red and screaming fire engines
Then the cannons came
Oh 'neath the brooding sky Beneath its baleful eye The cannon shot, the cannon crack
Disturbing night dreams
People fled in droves To the lakes and to the shores
Left behind a near ghost town Save the life of the cannons resounding
Still there was no rain
No rain, no rain, no rain Once more in the line of fire
Hovers the preying sky The cannons aim jabs at the eye