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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 

Video production is underway. Stay tuned! 

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Vocals: Geza Keller 
Guitars, bass: Jerry McCann
Drum Programming: Sven-Erik Seaholm 

Painting: Reta Rickmers
Photo: Caitlin Rother

 

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