MeristolisRoaring Forties Reggae

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Roaring Forties - Tombstone Chronicles XII Zephyr - Holworks Music - 2026 all rights reserved Holworks Music Mark Holman - vocals, music, lyrics Mixed and mastered in ProTools

Personification of one of the most explosive west to east wind currents on Earth situated at 40 degrees latitude.

Roaring Forties Sailed through my twenties on a gentle breeze Ran my thirties barefoot on my hands and knees Now the sky’s gone black, horizon turning cold Hit forty degrees — the story’s getting old Barometer’s falling, the timbers scream and creak It’s the loudest kind of silence that a grown man can’t speak Hold on to the wheel, brace for the blast! We’re leaving the shallows, we’re burning the past! ROARING FORTIES! Welcome to the wild where the map terminates We are riding the waves of the Roaring Forties! ROARING FORTIES! Let it roar, let it roar — I was born for this storm! Compass gone crazy, anchors dragging sand They never tell you getting older hits like a freight train, man Every whitecap’s laughing, every gust cuts like a knife But something deep inside says this ain’t the end of my life Barometer’s shattered, the sails are torn and frayed But a quiet voice inside me says “Boy, you were made for this day” Let the gales howl… let the old skin shed Every scar’s a story, every tear’s been read I’m not sinking yet… No, I’m not sinking yet… Hold on to the wheel, feel the power at last! We’re breaking the heavens, we’re outrunning the past! ROARING FORTIES! This is the wild where new legends are made We are kings on the waves of the Roaring Forties! ROARING FORTIES! Let it roar… let it roar… Thank God I was born for this storm! -Mark S. Holman x