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I like the mysterious lyrics of this song by Fresno post punk band The Fay Wrays. "The weatherman I feel no shame and on top of my head there is a weather vane... The one with power well I am him. When the tempest comes, I'll be there to eat your young." If they ever make this into a movie, sounds like a job for my man Breakadawn(!) Cage. fay wrays weatherman
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