EPISODE 01: First Strike (pt. 2)

by The Epic Weatherman

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Part 2 of Colin Bovberg's debut album. Revamped and remastered editions of the Epic Weatherman's first completed songs are featured here, including Take You Over, Monsters That Are Time, and She's Trouble, But Whatever just to name a few. Enjoy the pounding beats and melodic pulses of First Strike today!


released April 27, 2012

Colin Bovberg: Vox, guitars, bass, synths, drums and drum programming, lyrics, mixing.



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The Epic Weatherman Colorado Springs, Colorado

Colin Bovberg is The Epic Weatherman, a solo artist who composes elaborate original electronic melodies in his comfortable home studio. He plays guitar, bass, drums, percussion, and synths, vocalizing on his tracks as well. Hailing from Colorado Springs, The Epic Weatherman hopes his name will be known by many, and his music will inspire others and leave behind an atmospheric legacy. ... more

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Track Name: 747 Flight / Post-Disaster
Track Name: Spreading Cumulonimbus
Track Name: You're Somewhere I'm Not
We make love to the sounds of the waterfalls
Are you there?
We take turns rollin' time in cigarette paper
Would you share?
All the months that we spend making memories
Are they real?
Don't you dare shout at me for my lack of care
You don't feel this...
I can tell you don't feel this

We talk big things inside of the tiny car
Do you exist?
We made plans for a day not on the calendar
That you missed
All the weeks we recycle our emotions
Will they heal?
Don't you dare twist my words into your drivel
I don't feel like you feel this...
I can tell you don't feel this

I feel one way you do not
I remembered, you forgot
Where'd your love go? Seems its shot
I remembered you...

You don't feel this
Track Name: Liquid House
Track Name: Noisy Little People In My Body
All the people upstairs need to get their act
Together, I cannot sleep
All the people downstairs need to stop banging on the
Walls so hard, I'm nauseated
Brain processing all the time
We have wasted, the time
We shoved under the bed

All the people upstairs pierce the floor with their teeth
Horrid night this has become
All the people downstairs blamin' me for the
Pain although you hurt me so
Stomach is dying the stress
Unrelenting, I can't clean the
Traces you left!