FORECAST CALLS FOR PAIN

FORECAST CALLS FOR PAIN (4:01)

contact:
Pam Tate 1-646-285-8504
pamktate@gmail.com

Sultry R&B flavored blues, mid-tempo, rhythmic, cool chord changes. Strong, memorable hook with soaring vocals & crying guitar

Songwriter: Pam Tate/True Believer Publishing, Inc./BMI
(c)Pam Tate 2017

Release Date: 4/22/2018
Produced by Pam Tate

Musicians:
Pam Tate - vocal
Bob Hatter - guitars
William Lenk - keyboards
Dow Tomlin - bass
Pete Young - drums


We said we’d meet at the corner at eight
I got there early so you wouldn’t have to wait
You didn’t see me coming - that was very clear
You were walking with another and talking in her ear
The message you were sending me was plain
Now the forecast calls for pain

CHORUS
Weatherman says the night’ll be fine
Temperatures are rising but I’ve got a shiver up my spine
And there are doubts the sun will ever shine
It might as well rain
Cause the forecast calls for pain

I started home – no place to go
Gotta get inside so my tears won’t show
Can’t let you see me feeling sorry for my self
My pride’s expensive- it’s my only wealth
You’ll never see the pillow my tears stain
But the forecast calls for pain

Weatherman says the night’ll be fine
Temperatures are rising but I’ve got a shiver up my spine
And there are doubts the sun will ever shine
It might as well rain
Cause the forecast calls for pain

Bridge
The phone rings I’m only human
I might let my guard down
It’s the same old thing we go round and round
To pick it up I’d have to be insane
Cause the forecast calls for pain

Weatherman says the night’ll be fine
Temperatures are rising but I’ve got a shiver up my spine
And there are doubts the sun will ever shine
It might as well rain
Cause the forecast calls for pain