L’orage

written by: Char and Robby Rothschild

You may be wise but there’s trouble in your eyes
as you start to recognize the disguise you’ve been blind to,
the lie that’s inside you.
And though you’re smart there’s a chisel in your heart
and you’re shattering apart down the line that defines you,
the line that divides you,
to build the fire that inspires you,
the fire that requires you.

Flames as high as the rafters now, a shadow of the pain rising on your brow.
In the place where the wood came crashing down, spring comes rising from the ground.

Through the sun is carried the rain, to the laughter married the pain.
So in us some trouble remains to carry us – back home again.

Your lantern burns in the failing light,
you return in the night to the site of the burning,
your sight is returning.
Now you see you’ve been looking right at me,
you’d resigned to be blind to the one who tried to find you,
I’ve come to remind you.

Of the sound of your name when the light shines through
and the glow of the voice that’s divine in you.
Where the trees burned down now you see the view,
see what can be when you make it –

Through the sun is carried the rain, to the laughter married the pain
So in us some trouble remains to carry us – back home again.

Open, clouds risen from the boiling sea
si l’orage, l’orage est né du beau soleil
Lay your tears a river through the dry country
Triomphez, malgré tout ce qui est tombé
Bear this prayer, awakening the green valley
libérez la joie qui est cachée dans le sol
Sow in us beginnings where the endings be
Spiritus, venez nous plonger dans ces eaux.

Char – accordion, trumpet, vocals.
Robby – cajon, djembe, kora, percussion, vocals.
Jon Gagan – bass.