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Wires and Weather

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22. Januar 2026

Wires and Weather

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Wires and Weather

Verse 1

In Davos under winter glass, he said no guns for Greenland’s coast, He wants the handshake, not the hulls, to bargain with the Danish host. With NATO’s chair he drew a line, a framework sketched in Arctic light, He shelved the tariffs aimed at friends, but kept his jaw set for the fight. A northern wind from Canada warned, it’s rupture, not a gentle bend, The stage lights blinked, the world leaned in, to see what breaks and what might mend.

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Hold on, the wires are humming low, Storms above and fires below. Deals are inked, and markets sway, We keep our courage for the day. Between the thunder and the thaw, Between the treaty and the claw, Hold on to one another now— We’ll be the promise in the vow.

Verse 2

From Tehran came a warning shot, a vow to answer blow for blow, A foreign minister’s hard eyes set against a change they won’t allow. A call for new and different hands stirred ghosts along the city squares, The streets went dark, the voices dimmed, the net went quiet under stares. The state stood up, the people bled, the summer war still in their bones, And somewhere in the static hiss, the truth keeps cracking through the drones.

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Verse 3

Wall Street took a breath again, the tide reversed its heavy pull, After rumors, rants, and Greenland maps, the screens turned greener, almost full. They’d named a selloff after home, then cheered a turn on winter’s stage, The benchmark found its feet at last, while oil crowned a higher page. The little ships outsailed the rest, the year stepped back across the line, And traders watched the Arctic talk like weather watching for a sign.

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Verse 4

Down in Biobío’s smoke, and in Ñuble’s embered dawn, The towns of Lirquén, Penco cried, as roofs and roots were here and gone. They named the dragon Trinitarias, long and hot with salted breath, Firefighters drew a thin red thread against the teeth of sudden death. A dry wind whipped the copper hills, the sky a kiln of broken glass, The president spoke catastrophe; the people held and let it pass.

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Verse 5

A winter engine starts to churn from mesas to the ocean’s lip, The Carolinas brace and call, as snow and glass begin to drip. From plains to harbor, ice will write its cruel script on every wire, Travel breaks like brittle twigs, and quiet towns lose warmth and fire. Behind it comes the iron cold, the kind that freezes what it finds, We stack up candles, charge the phones, and memorize our neighbor’s lines.

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Verse 6

They raised a brand‑new board for peace beneath the mountain’s velvet light, A circle crowded, pens were poised, some joined, some turned and kept their right. With heavy dues and chair for life, a gilded table set for more, Jerusalem’s old lion signed, while Paris, Oslo closed the door. They spoke of building Gaza back, but ink forgot to name the street, And whispers said a club for kings would try to outshine Turtle Bay’s seat.

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Final Chorus

Outro

Let lanterns line the runway night, let doors stay open, never barred, If peace is doodled in the snow, we’ll carve it deeper in the yard. From Greenland’s glow to Gaza’s shore, from Tehran dusk to Chile’s roar, We are more than breaking news— We are the hands that build the door.

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