The Storm of the Century  
(the 1935 Labor Day hurricane song) 
Words and music by Chris Foster ? January 9th 2003. 
  
 
The keys are the islands along Florida Bay  
There a paradise found for most all. 
The locals all live the fine life everyday 
Only few still alive may recall.  
About the sea and its fury when it was torn by the gales  
And how nothing could stand in its way  
Saltwater canyons made of 30 feet swales  
That came ashore one labor day 
 
The pressure was falling the tides on the move. 
It was nothing liked we?d ever seen 
Winds from the north waves from the south  
And a small piece of land in between.  
 
We boarded up windows, pulled in our boats  
Made our havens as safe as could be  
We couldn?t imagine what was to be 
Everything would end up in the sea.  
 
II.	The storm started coming  the pressure was dropping  
Large waves sta
Can't Nobody lyrics

(feat. 1 Life 2 Live, Lil' Man)
[Timbaland]
C'mon ah what? Ah, what?
C'mon, ah, what? Ah, what?
C'mon, c'mon, ah, what? 
Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, what?
Ah, what?

[1 Life]
Live, huh? Yeah
Y'all cats ain't ready, I'm just too much
When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much
If I ain't known you twenty years, I don't trust you much
Roll with nuthin' but thugs and h
rted hitting the beach 
Lighting was flashing, timbers were flying  
And safety was clear out of reach.  
The railroad was sent from south of Miami  
To rescue us but to no avail  
A wave washed the train cars right off of the track 
And it ate 30 miles of the rail  
 
The wind knock me over I grabbed my sister  
And she clang to me for her young life  
She couldn?t hang on despite fear in her eyes 
And her fingernails digging like knives 
 
I whispered I love you as she drifted away 
Then some sand blasted me in the eye 
I found refuge on the top of a tree 
placed there by the 20 foot tide.  
 
 
 
III	I awoke the next morning after being unconscious  
The storm of the century had past 
The slow falling rain mixed with tears in my eyes 
As I wondered who all didn?t last 
No blade of grass no tree left standing 
Every building was washed out to sea 
Dazed and confused I stood comprehen
All That I Need lyrics

Twila Paris
                     All that is Good, all that is Right
                     All that is Truth, Justice, and Light
                     All that is Pure, Holy indeed
                     All that is You, all that I need
ding  
What my eyes told me to see. 
 
 
 
Where is my family, where is my home 
They were nowhere in sight, someone said 
I sat by the water with my head in my hands 
Wondering if I was better off dead?  
 
I had to go on, they needed my help 
As we mournfully stacked all the dead 
We all said a prayer then we lit them on fire  
Its an image that won?t leave my head 
 
IV.	Great walls of water swallowed some whole  
In a battle between God and Man 
Four hundred twenty three lives were the toll 
And I will never quite understand 
An 18-foot monument stands off US 1 
With remains of so many who died. 
Words of remembrance with the date etched in bronze 
September 2nd 1935  
 
I am so lucky that I?m hear to retell  
God gave me a final reprieve 
Nothing short of a miracle surviving the gales 
As I desperately held to a tree 
 
Now I share the memory with family and friends 
Sleepless nig
Alles Aus Liebe lyrics

(Lotzsch , Vollbehr , Schluter , Liebschner)
Als ich ein junger Mann war, sprang ich mal vom Balkon
Ich hatte damals wirklich Gluck, denn ich brachte mich fast um
Der Grund war meine Nachbarin, ich wollte ihr imponier'n
Und so sprang ich in die Tiefe ohne Netz und ohne Hirn
Ich horte noch den Aufprall und da kam der Blackout
Das letzte was ich sah, sie hat gar nicht zugeschaut
Ich tat alles nur aus Liebe, ich tat 
hts sure have riddled my life  
Remembering all of the lives lost that day 
Is a memory that cuts like a knife.  
 
 
 
Artist notes: This song was crafted from 2 accounts of the storm. J.E. Duane who worked for the weather bureau and was stationed in the keys and from Bernard Russell who is a life long resident of the keys. After many weeks of trying to capture the power of the storm in words, I thought the human element of telling the story from the perspective of a survivor would yield the most vivid images of imagination. Only about 10 people still alive could ever relate to the true horror of this event. In the writing of the song, it picked up momentum once I read Mr. Duane?s log notes. The details of events. It seemed to give the song the backbone it needed. The personal side of the song is all Bernard.  
		 
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