Geza Keller
Singer-Songwriter
THE
STORM
By Geza Keller
Geza never knew he had psychic powers until he wrote this song.
Inspired to write a story within a song after attending a writing workshop by his partner, author Caitlin Rother, Geza sat down to write this cinematic musical tale. First, he came up with a riff. Then he saw a plane fly into a storm, imagining what it must have been like for the passengers on that flight.
The next day, on March 8, 2014, Malaysia Air Flight 370 went down and simply vanished, along with all 239 passengers and crew members.
"It freaked me out," Geza recalled.
After a long investigation, authorities believe the plane went down over the Indian Ocean, where only a few pieces of debris have been found.
LYRICS:
Storm blew up from the south
That was the day when she got lost
Looking back some would say
There’s those moments when your life can change
She made a choice and we all know
that’s really just the way it goes
Thinking that it would all be right
when the plane lifted off that night
Five minutes into the flight
(…whoa-o-o)
Someone said it’s all going to end tonight (…whoa-o-o)
That never was going to make it past
What your imagination could never grasp
A year ago seemed like an eternity
when the look on his face made her think
You and I can feel the pain
of a world that just stays the same
People born, people die,
People that just never try
To see the way we’d be free
Of all the worlds misery
Ten minutes into the flight
(…whoa-o-o)
Someone said it’s all going to end tonight ( …whoa-o-o)
A random moment, a random chance
(…whoa-o-o)
That never was going to make it past
What your imagination could never grasp
Storm blew up from the south
Makes me wonder how we all got lost
Looking back some would say
that’s really how this all takes place
The choices that we’ve yet to make
Can only take us to the brink
If we wait for the fall
Nothing will ever change at all
The last minutes of the flight
(…whoa-o-o)
Someone said it’s all going to end tonight ( …whoa-o-o)
A random moment, a random chance
(…whoa-o-o)
That never was going to make it past
What your imagination could never grasp
What your imagination could never grasp