Cloud Of Black
Fall · Other Songs - Fall
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.

