[ti:High Pressure Low] [ar:Against Me!] [al:White Crosses] [00:02.00]Against Me! - High Pressure Low [00:07.00] [00:22.11]There was a high pressure low [00:24.51]Developing off the coast of Africa [00:27.20]Uplift in the atmosphere [00:30.07]Push waves across the ocean [00:32.17]Towards Antilles and Bon Air [00:35.47]While I paced in agitation [00:40.75]I drew the curtains closed [00:44.87]I set the air conditioner low [00:47.25]I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face [00:53.02]Somewhere out there a hurricane is coming [03:17.99][02:09.99][01:01.70]There's just no future left for us to dream of [03:23.17][02:15.45][01:07.50]Living in an era of instability [03:27.20][02:19.37][01:11.38]So caught up in the culture of their rivals [02:23.03][01:14.87]Fear breeds in honest men [03:49.62][03:44.48][03:39.07][03:34.57][02:31.66][02:26.29][01:23.28][01:18.67]It's a high pressure low [01:30.05]Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan [01:34.97]Tales of feral children [01:37.78]Sleeping in wolf dens [01:40.67]And the pious preacher commands [01:43.16]I hold my breath in anticipation [01:49.68]Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run [01:55.57]Vestal virgins triumph over lifelong inhibitions [02:00.28]And I wonder what is real [02:05.68]What is fiction [02:38.01]Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara [02:42.96]In retrospect he had to admit [02:47.47]There was mistake in going to war [02:51.63]Without first asking all the questions [02:58.15]Yes, Robert Strange McNamara [03:02.03]There are those who just cannot forget [03:08.22]And I wonder have I lost my own compassion [03:30.68]They're breaching honest men