Channels/World News: Rock Edition/Fault Lines on the Evening Wire

Fault Lines on the Evening Wire

4:33

January 8, 2026

0:00--:--

Lyrics & Sources

Fault Lines on the Evening Wire

Verse 1 — Oil and Iron Seas

Black hull in the North Atlantic spray, special forces cut the wake and closed the way. Russian flag in the gale, seized for the sanction stain, distant radios crackle with Moscow’s blame. In the same breath, a deal for crude from Caracas heat, White House doors swing wide for oil barons to meet, shadows of a strongman flown to a Manhattan night, pleads his innocence under fluorescent light.

Sources:

Chorus

World on the edge, engines howl in the dark, deals on the table, borders leave their mark. Fever in the streets, courts light a spark, we’re riding these fault lines, chasing the arc. Hold the line, raise your voice higher, we’re wired to the evening, burning like fire.

Verse 2 — Fever Season

Waiting rooms overflow, winter sirens sing, the highest in decades, a hard and bitter sting. A new twist in the strain, they call it the K, not in the shot they picked before the summer day. Millions feel the weight, children in the fold, experts cry caution, the peak’s not told. And the schedule for the young lost one more shield, critics shake the rafters at an open field.

Sources:

Chorus

Verse 3 — Ice Crown of the North

A whisper turns to thunder over Greenland’s ice, talk of taking by force, rolling the dice. An aide says no one’ll stand in the way of might, but a senator draws a line, ready to fight. From Copenhagen’s halls, a warning, cold and clear: break the pact of allies and the end is near. Across Europe’s capitals the chorus rings, hands held up for the island’s sovereign wings.

Sources:

Verse 4 — A Road Through Stone

A tender inked for hills east of the holy flame, a plan that cuts a land in two by name. Critics say the dream of two flags is frayed, a coffin’s new nail proudly displayed. Law books abroad call it an illegal sprawl, frozen for years, now rattling the wall. Bulldozers idle, engines barely warm, waiting for the word to reshape the form.

Sources:

Verse 5 — High Plains Decision

On a winter morning, a divided court spoke plain, the bans on the body cannot stand in this domain. They read their charter’s vow to private care, said a woman’s choice is a right laid bare. An unprecedented pill ban falls to dust, the lone clinic’s doors still open out of trust. A governor calls for a change in the creed, while neighbors cross borders to answer their need.

Sources:

Verse 6 — Paris Lights and Steel

Under chandeliers and flags, many nations swore, to wrap a battered ally in a stronger cord. Paris writes a promise with a soldier’s hand, troops when the guns fall quiet across the land. Washington backs watchers for a fragile truce, new envoys at the table give the pledge a boost. They call it binding, a shield against the next rain, while Moscow growls no foreign boots on that plain.

Sources:

Breakdown

From ice to desert, from clinic to court, from sickbeds to summits, we carry the report. Tankers and treaties, maps pulled tight, voices of mothers in the sleepless night.

Final Chorus

Comments (0)

Add a Comment

No comments yet. Be the first to comment!