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The Weather Machine (Dark Country & Dark Blues) - Dark Country Boy
Turn the dial, make the flood
Control the crop, control the blood
But mud don't kneel and wind don't bow
Nature remembers who owns her now
We seed the clouds and paint the skies
Blueprints written in a storm's sharp cry
Mountains crumble at the touch of our will
But the ground's revenge is quiet and still
Turn the dial, make the flood
Control the crop, control the blood
But mud don't kneel and wind don't bow
Nature remembers who owns her now
Lightning strikes where we point, where we aim
But thunder laughs, it forgets our name
We're kings of a throne built on shifting sand
The earth won't break for a mortal's hand
Turn the dial, make the flood
Control the crop, control the blood
But mud don't kneel and wind don't bow
Nature remembers who owns her now
Clouds don't whisper, they shout, they cry
You twist the handle, the rivers dry
Turn the dial, make the flood
Control the crop, control the blood
But mud don't kneel and wind don't bow
Nature remembers who owns her now
Lightning laughs at the hubris below
Feels once golden now ghosts in a row
You call it power, I call it a fight
The ground won't forget your sleepless night
The weather bends but it won't break
It watches quietly every move you make
A storm just waiting for the right time
To remind you who's the master of the rhyme
Turn the dial, make the flood
Control the crop, control the blood
But mud don't kneel and wind don't bow
Nature remembers who owns her now
