
Cold Fronts, Hot Wires
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Cold Fronts, Hot Wires
Verse 1 — The Storm
Sky split open from the plains to harbor lights, Deadliest winter in years, grounding hopes and flights. Half the map went dark, the South shivered without flame, New York buried deep, Texas wept a family’s name. An airline swore it’s the worst in its long-told lore, Emergencies signed, and the cold will come once more— Another wall of ice, a breath older than our age, We brace the frozen drum, we rage against the gauge.
Sources:
ABC News - Winter storm updates: Dozens dead across US
NPR - U.S. winter storm deaths rise and power outages linger
Al Jazeera - At least 30 dead as severe winter storm coats US in snow and ice
Euronews - Death toll rises to 30 as freezing temperatures continue
NBC New York - Snowfall totals; transit nightmare ongoing
Chorus
Cold fronts, hot wires, thunder in our veins, From runways, ruins, and roundtables, we shoulder all the strain. Hold on, hold on, through the blackout and the blaze— If the world is on a fault line, we’ll learn to ride the waves.
Verse 2 — Kharkiv and the Heritage Scar
Night birds of iron tore the grid from a northern heart, Homes, a school, a cradle—ripped and torn apart. In Kyiv, sacred stone was wounded under fire, Odesa woke to sirens, smoke, a choir. Shields are thinning, says the watchman of the West, Send the bolts, reload the sky, give weary cities rest. Talks may spark next month, ash drifting over steel— Between the chime of hope and thunder, tell me what is real.
Sources:
Al Jazeera - Russia-Ukraine war: List of key events, day 1,433
Radio Free Europe - New Round Of Russian Strikes Kill Four
Ukrinform - War updates
Chorus
Cold fronts, hot wires, thunder in our veins, From runways, ruins, and roundtables, we shoulder all the strain. Hold on, hold on, through the blackout and the blaze— If the world is on a fault line, we’ll learn to ride the waves.
Verse 3 — Capitol Freeze
Clock on the Hill ticks toward a shuttered door, A standoff over borders and the badge we ask to roar. After sirens in Minneapolis, a new demand is cast, Change the way we hold the keys, or nothing’s getting passed. One side says, split the load; the other says, not yet, Agencies on edge while storms delay the bet. Homeland keeps its engines warm, the rest might stall and wait— A nation counting seconds at a locked and lonely gate.
Sources:
NBC News - Most of the government could shut down this weekend
CNBC - The government is barreling toward a partial shutdown
Fortune - Government shutdown odds hit 77%
CNBC - Alex Pretti killing: Government shutdown odds grow
Verse 4 — The Mother of All Deals
Across the ocean’s echo, two giants shake their hands, A pact long in the making reshapes the trade of lands. Tariffs fall like old walls—cars, machines, and meds, New doors for ships and ledgers where Europe treads. They call it “mother of all,” a map redrawn and wide, A hedge against the tariff squalls, supply lines set to glide. Not just a market opened, but a signal through the din: When storms hit every border, partners learn to lean.
Sources:
Al Jazeera - India, EU agree on 'mother of all' trade deals
NPR - India and EU clinch 'mother of all deals' in free trade agreement
CNBC - India-EU trade deal: What does it do to tariffs
European Commission - EU-India agreements
Chorus
Cold fronts, hot wires, thunder in our veins, From runways, ruins, and roundtables, we shoulder all the strain. Hold on, hold on, through the blackout and the blaze— If the world is on a fault line, we’ll learn to ride the waves.
Verse 5 — The Healer’s Ring
Raise a quiet fist for Foege, a compass in the dark, Who drew a ring around a flame and smothered death’s own spark. From the Centers’ helm to Carter’s call, to Gates that opened wide, A medal on his chest, but the saved are his pride. They called him public health’s home run into the sun, Smallpox folded like a specter told that it was done. A task force carried onward what his steady vision saw— In every scar that didn’t form, we hear his living law.
Sources:
STAT News - Public health giant William Foege has died at 89
The Spokesman-Review - William Foege, medical pioneer who helped stamp out smallpox
Philadelphia Inquirer - William Foege, 89, leader in smallpox eradication
Atlanta Journal-Constitution - Dr. Bill Foege, former CDC director, dies at 89
Verse 6 — Silicon Steam
In the datacenter dawn, a titan fuels the forge, Backs a specialist to scale the racks where futures surge. By decade’s end they aim to raise cathedrals of compute, But power, land, and copper lines decide which dreams take root. An alt to towering clouds for workloads built on flame, Capital and roadmaps steer where the next platforms land their name. The grid hums hard, the fans kick high, the night glows neon green— When the bottlenecks are iron, only thunder makes them lean.
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Final Chorus
Cold fronts, hot wires, thunder in our veins, From runways, ruins, and roundtables, we shoulder all the strain. Hold on, hold on, through the blackout and the blaze— If the world is on a fault line, we’ll learn to ride the waves.
Outro — Break the Line
Let the sirens fade, let the engines roar, We’ll stitch the sky with signal and drag the dawn ashore. From the frostbit street to the server’s roar inside, We bend the steel of fortune—together, we collide. Cold fronts, hot wires—strike the chord and draw the spark, We are the light that answers when the world goes dark.
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