Cloud Of Black

Fall · Other Songs - Fall

It's stifled

It's jealousy

Plots behind my back

Are all in it

Cloud of black

Cloud of black



North west territories

Wake up pressurised

Every day

In low lying lands



The sight every day

Is cloud of grey

(take me back to the old east baby)

For silver eyes

(cloud of grey)

Lasering my back

Cloud of black

Wake up mesmerised

(crumbling in the skies)

Wake up mesmerised

Crumbling in the skies

See a cloud of white

See a cloud of white

See a cloud of grey

See a cloud of black

Cloud of white

Cloud of white

And I'll have it in a cold glass please

And not a red hot one

Cloud is gone

Cloud is gone

Cloud of black

Cloud of black

Cloud Of Black

Cloud Of Black stands as a testament to The Fall's enduring capacity for atmospheric tension and lyrical ambiguity. Emerging from the band's prolific catalogue, the track encapsulates the post-punk energy that defined their early years while hinting at the darker, more experimental textures they would later explore. Mark E. Smith's distinctive vocal delivery drives the recording, weaving a narrative that feels both personal and universally resonant. The song's title evokes a sense of foreboding, a mood amplified by the band's signature interplay of jagged guitars and driving rhythms. As part of their extensive body of work, this piece reflects the group's commitment to challenging conventional song structures and maintaining a unique sonic identity throughout their decades-long career.