
Headlines on Fire, Snow on the Wire
Lyrics & Sources
Headlines on Fire, Snow on the Wire
Verse 1 — Texas Turns
Blue sparks in the Lone Star sky, Courthouse bells for a seat in D.C. Menefee riding past the red road signs, A veteran union voice breaks Tarrant concrete. The map redraws in midnight ink, Party brass says, “This is your warning, see.”
Sources:
Khamenei warns US of 'regional war' if Iran is attacked
Iran's supreme leader warns any U.S. attack would spark 'regional war'
Iran's supreme leader warns any US attack would spark 'regional war'
U.S. regional allies push diplomatic offramp as Iran's supreme leader warns of 'regional war'
Iran's Khamenei warns any U.S. attack would spark 'regional war'
Chorus
Turn it up, the world’s on the fretboard, wired, Borders and ballots, headlines on fire. From desert drums to cities that never tire, We rage, we hope, we raise it higher. Hold the line, hold the line—don’t let it expire.
Verse 2 — Streets of L.A.
Downtown beats chant “ICE Out” in the heat, Daytime peace, then sirens kiss the night. Fireworks arc to shields in the street, Pepper haze blooms under city hall lights. Cuffs click tight where the concrete meets, And justice feels just out of sight.
Sources:
Pakistan forces kill 145 militants in two-day battle after wave of attacks
Pakistan says it has killed 145 'Indian-backed terrorists' in Balochistan after deadly attacks
At least 145 people killed in multiple attacks in southwestern Pakistan
Pakistan forces kill 145 militants after attacks in Balochistan
'Army alone can't neutralise grievances': What fuels Balochistan violence
Chorus
Turn it up, the world’s on the fretboard, wired, Borders and ballots, headlines on fire. From desert drums to cities that never tire, We rage, we hope, we raise it higher. Hold the line, hold the line—don’t let it expire.
Verse 3 — Tehran Tremors
An old fist lifts under a black turban crown, Saying a spark could torch the whole sand sea. A carrier prowls the Arabian brown, Accusations of oil-thirst tyranny. Dissent called sedition, Europe named with a brand, Cells swell as neighbors beg diplomacy.
Sources:
Gaza's Rafah border crossing with Egypt to reopen for limited travel Monday
Gaza border crossing buzzes with activity after years of near-complete closure
Israel partially reopens Rafah crossing between Egypt and Gaza in pilot
Israel reopens Rafah crossing for limited passage of Gaza residents
Verse 4 — Balochistan Bleeds
Hospitals, schools, and markets in smoke, The BLA says the strike was theirs. Forces sweep through the dust they broke, Gwadar mourns with family prayers. Islamabad points east, denials choke, While fortune roads tremble for foreign heirs.
Sources:
Democrat Christian Menefee wins special election for U.S. House seat in Texas
Democrat Taylor Rehmet wins a reliably Republican Texas state Senate seat, stunning GOP
Democrat Taylor Rehmet flips GOP-held Texas state Senate seat in special election
Fort Worth Democrat Rehmet wins Texas Senate seat
Chorus
Turn it up, the world’s on the fretboard, wired, Borders and ballots, headlines on fire. From desert drums to cities that never tire, We rage, we hope, we raise it higher. Hold the line, hold the line—don’t let it expire.
Verse 5 — Rafah’s Gate
Rafah creaks open like a rusted hymn, A pilot light flickers in a tunnel of years. Patients clutch papers with trembling limbs, Israel, Egypt, Europe tune the gears. A hostage returned as a whisper and hymn, Footsteps test sand that remembers tears.
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Verse 6 — Bomb Cyclone Blues
Carolinas buried in a white guitar roar, Queen City wears a crown of snow. A cold blade kisses the citrus shore, Flurries find bays where warm winds blow. Lights go dark, runways close their doors, The storm signs its name where the tall pines grow.
Sources:
Bomb cyclone brings historic snow to North Carolina, flurries to Florida
Bomb cyclone brings bitter cold and snow to the Southeast
Powerful storm hits an East Coast still buried under last week's snow
Live updates: Nor'easter 'bomb cyclone' hammers Carolinas with record snow
Bomb cyclone to focus most of its furious snow on Carolinas
Bridge
Borders crack, ballots flip, Night sirens, a whiteout whip. Desert thunder, coastal cry, Steel strings cut the winter sky. Raise your voice, let embers fly— Choose the spark that won’t die.
Final Chorus
Turn it up, the world’s on the fretboard, wired, Borders and ballots, headlines on fire. From war drums low to hope’s choir, We rage, we heal, we climb higher. Hold the line, hold the line—hearts never tire. Headlines on fire—now we’re the wire.
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