ONE HELL OF A STORM. ONE HELL OF A RIDE.

BenSimon — “Hell Of A Ride”

Americana Rock • Roots Rock • Rock & Roll

There’s a storm coming.

The wind is howling. The water is rising. The levees are breaking. And there’s nowhere left to go.

“Hell Of A Ride” is BenSimon’s cinematic, hard-driving observation of a world increasingly confronted by hurricanes, floods, storm surge, extreme weather and the devastation they can leave behind.

This isn't a song written from the sidelines.

BenSimon has personally experienced hurricanes and extreme weather, while friends, family and fellow musicians with roots throughout Hawaii, Mexico, Florida, Louisiana, Mississippi and Texas have experienced its consequences firsthand as well. From the Gulf Coast and the Delta to Texas, New York and the I-95 corridor, the stories are increasingly familiar:

Wind. Water. Devastation. Survival.

The song puts the listener directly in the middle of the storm.

A riverboat full of people floats past the front porch.

A levee gives way.

The river comes through the front door.

Then the ocean begins seeping into the second story.

There is no higher ground left.

“Ocean water seeping through
The second story of my Parish floor
No place left to climb
Should've headed for high ground
Better make my peace in time…”

And then comes the warning:

“It’s gonna be a hell of a ride
Before the ebbing tide
I’ll be swimming for my life…”

Musically, “Hell Of A Ride” sits squarely in BenSimon’s world of Americana rock and rock & roll, using a driving, visceral approach that mirrors the escalating threat in the lyrics.

It isn't a song about watching the storm on television.

It’s about being there when the water starts coming through the door.

As a songwriter and producer, BenSimon uses music to reflect and document the world around him. “Hell Of A Ride”is another entry in that ongoing musical journal—a snapshot of a world where the storms seem to be getting bigger, the water higher, and the ride increasingly unpredictable.

HELL OF A RIDE

The storm is coming.

Gonna blow tonight.

DROPPING NOVEMBER 17, 2026

Lyrics

Hell of a storm on its way tonight
With wicked surge, wind and rain
The Monster Machine gaining steam
And Howling a Hellish Scream

Its Gonna be a hell of a ride,
Before the ebbing tide,
I’ll be swimming for my life
A Hell Of A Ride,
Gonna Blow Tonight

River boats full of folks,
Floating by my front porch
Levee breaching everywhere
River river raging through my front door

Gonna be a hell of a ride,
Before the ebbing tide,
I’ll be swimming for my life
A Hell Of A Ride,
Gonna Blow Tonight

Ocean water seeping through
The second story of my Parish floor
No place left to climb
Should've headed for high ground
Better make my peace in time…………….

Its Gonna be a hell of a ride,
Before the ebbing tide,
I’ll be swimming for my life
A Hell Of A Ride,
its Gonna blow tonight
One Hell Of A Ride,
One Hell Of A Ride,