Cold Coming from Cold Coming by Zip Tang

i. Transmigration (instrumental)

ii. Mary Jane Lane

On the run
My nightmare’s begun
I told Mister Johnson to put down the gun
He just wouldn’t listen
Ran into the kitchen
The odds were a million to one

Cold coming
Old shoes broken laces
She just keeps humming a song in her
Head pounding
Hears a distant drumming
An old man strumming, four rusty strings

The storm is coming
Oh no
The road is closed ahead

Dropped the knife and fled the scene
Oh no forgot to wipe it clean
Black blood ink flows across the street
Can’t you see it’s my destiny
Felony

I escape it in my dreams
But I’ve forgotten what it means
To see a wounded blackbird fly across the street
Can’t you see she flies desperately
Breathlessly

And the sign upon the shed
Said Mary Jane Lane is closed ahead
Turn back you won’t see me again
In this world

iii. The Storm

The clouds roll down, before the rain
The shutters drawn, we prepare to remain
The winds howl high on Mary Jane Lane
And you and I, we stay the same way
Up at the shed

My old friends sang, that haunting refrain
I quit the gang
The lights burned out, dimming the pain
The clouds roll in
Cold coming again

I made it through another night
Do I flee or do I fight
Chicago streets at night
In black and white

She’s moved away doesn’t live here anymore

Wipe it clean

• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• eclectic
• prog rock
• Chicago