INFLOW
music and lyrics by Taz Fujita, 1997


You see it coming like a nightmare
Darker than your fears
You scream as the gust front overtakes you
But no one hears

Wall cloud forming right above you
You feel the pressure drop
Look up and watch the sky start turning
Pray that it will stop

CHORUS  Take a ride straight to hell
                    On the mesocyclone carousel
                    Caught in the inflow - no escape

A loud roar deafening your ears
A sound you've never heard
You run but the wind's too strong
Tasting high speed dirt

Suddenly the ground disappears
Sucked in and spinning
Higher and higher in the updraft
Hell is just beginning

CHORUS

Whipped around like a rag doll
In the churning storm
Naked, cold, bruised and battered
Clothes and flesh are torn

Carried for miles away from home
No way to be saved
Finally you escape its grip and fall
Cold, wet ground your open grave

CHORUS

Sucked up and flung to your final resting place,  you have become
another piece of debris!

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CHASERS ON A BUST
lyrics by Ian Baker, 1997 (tune to the Doors, RIDERS ON THE STORM)


chasers on a bust
chasers on a bust

no debris only dust
that wind was just a gust

we need gas in the bus
i'll corepunch if i must

chasers on a bust

convergent zone ahead
cell growing-no its dead

vacation days are gone
my wife sits home alone

been in the car so long
nerves in my ass are gone

chasers on a bust
yeah...


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