1. |
Only A Small Step
03:43
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Gagarin, Glenn, Shepard.
Bykovsky, Armstrong, Aldrin.
Tereshkova, Leonov, Collins, Cernan.
As we stood on the shoulders of giants,
Black and white reels on the news.
We left this new world behind us,
And turned away from the truth.
Sputnik, Vostok, Apollo.
Gemini, Vega, Atlas.
Redstone, Saturn, Soyuz, Mir.
Were you building a bridge to the future?
Did you know what you'd hoped to find?
Did you keep looking over your shoulder,
To check they'd not fallen behind?
Canaveral, Zvyozdny Gorodok, Vostochny.
Houston, Pasadena, Goddard.
Moffet Field, Plesetsk, Korolev, Baikonur.
Did you look around for footprints?
Kick up dust that will never fall?
Did you know in the heart of the silence,
That it was never a race at all?
Virgil, Roger, Edward.
Vladimir, Christa, Valentin.
Georgi, Elliot, Viktor.
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2. |
Collateral
03:31
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There's a truth
A brutal truth
You suck upon
Like a hollow tooth
You pick apart
With your troubled mind
It was never you
It was never right
It's just collateral
Along the way
It's cutting through
It resonates
A pressure point
Along a line
Carving out
And killing time
With a line in the sand and a gun in a hand
This is a heart, neither good or bad
There's a change gonna come, a mechanical storm
Shake you up like a meteor fall
With a line in the sand and a gun in a hand
This is a heart, neither good or bad
There's a change gonna come, a mechanical storm
Shake you up like a meteor fall
There's a truth
A brutal truth
It was never right
It was blue on blue
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3. |
No Dreams
03:44
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There are things you do because you must
There are things you do because you can
These hours are for the dead and just
But I don’t sleep like them.
If the rumours turn out to be true
and no one remembers your real name
and you’re hungrily gulping air and coughing it out
But the ore-trucks will run over your grave
Sleep, let me sleep.
But please, please no dreams.
this machine has stopped working again
like a train broke down on the rails
hanged with questions unanswered
as if to say 'why are you watching me fail?'
I don’t believe that guy was Jesus
I thought we let the whole place be
So I lie here listening to the cars
And that just got me to thinking
Then he said “On the inside
I’m a different shade of grey
And if I’ve finally understood the choice
We all eat metal in the end”
Sleep, let me sleep.
But please, please no dreams.
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4. |
Red
04:22
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Can you fall asleep standing up like I can
I get pins and needles in my fingers and my hands
When I lie down, down, when I lie down.
I swear that light was never on when I left home.
And I hear interference on the radio, are we alone?
And you suspect we're heading down, down, we're heading down.
Say a prayer for the cold grey men
Say a prayer for the ones on the streets
Say a prayer for the cold grey men
Say a prayer for the secret police
There is no real, just a string of fronts,
But you wouldn't be you without the things you've done.
We all wash clean when we're gone,
But I can taste iron on the tip of my tongue.
And my blood is running thin and cold
Are we on Red yet?
And you pull your shrug a little tighter round your shoulders
We're on the 3am shift again
When it goes, when it goes down, down, when it goes down.
Are we on Red yet?
Are we on Red?
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5. |
Breathe
04:43
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There's an end to days like these.
These cliffs lift us clear of drowning seas;
The Keeper gave us breath to hit the brakes.
Up so high you can almost see St Peter looking tired,
But the queue goes on forever,
And who the hell declared he had to shut the gates?
These seasons will turn again
And broken promises cast themselves afresh,
But the lighthouse is refusing to cooperate.
And this harbour holds no safety here for them.
Is any of this ever good enough?
And why the hell d'you make these drills we have to fail?
Breathe, just breathe. We're not ready for more than this.
Breathe, just breathe. It's taking all we've got just to exist.
Someone took the writing from the walls,
Wrapped it up tight and small,
And sent it out to make the palace buildings shake.
Take a seed. Let it breathe. Let it feed
On hope and fear and all we had for free.
Who the hell said we had to play this game?
And who the hell said these rules weren't there to break?
Breathe, just breathe. Don't let this promise slip away.
Breathe, just breathe. It never has to be this way again.
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All these maps are missing lines
And these junctions have no signs
We can only stumble for so long
With crumbling hearts and crumbling bones
There is no sun to guide my hand
From this unfamiliar land
Where is my pilot? Where is my driver?
Where is my navigator now?
Where is my pilot? Are you my driver?
Are you my navigator now?
These are unfamiliar stars
These constellations are not ours
Lightning flares upon our masts
We have sailed beyond our charts
There is no compass on this ship
Whose needle doesn't spin
Where is my pilot? Where is my driver?
Where is my navigator now?
Where is my pilot? Are you my driver?
Are you my navigator now?
I am lost. I am lost. I am lost. I am lost.
I am lost. I am lost. I am lost. I am lost.
I am lost. I am lost. I am lost. I am lost.
I am lost. I am lost. I am lost. I am lost.
There is a house at Old Hound Corner
And on day three I lost my shoes
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7. |
OHIO
05:15
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The cabin lights are dimmed and low
A thin nylon blanket and a seat by the window.
This cardboard meal is exactly how i feel
Just waiting to be taken away.
If i'm honest with you i'm not honest with me
So i'm sorry.
I'm sorry to Campbellside and High Carlisle.
I'm sorry to Curtis Stirling, it wasn't worth it.
For the bloody back seat and the body on the beach.
I'm sorry the signs on the wall didn't help at all.
These strangers' conversations brought tears to my eyes
Awkwardly turning away to empathise
The safety information is secure in the rack
Am i going home or just going back?
If i'm honest with you i'm not honest with me
So i'm sorry.
I'm sorry to Campbellside and High Carlisle.
I'm sorry to Curtis Stirling, it wasn't worth it.
For the bloody back seat and the body on the beach.
I'm sorry the signs on the wall didn't help at all.
It looks like Ohio a million miles below me now
And the edge of night is coming round
Thirty five thousand feet above the ground
But i can't breathe and i can't come down
It looked like Ohio below me then
But i'm blinded by a lightning storm again
If i'm honest with you i'm not honest with me
So i'm sorry.
I'm sorry to Campbellside and High Carlisle.
I'm sorry to Curtis Stirling, it wasn't worth it.
For the bloody back seat and the body on the beach.
I'm sorry the signs on the wall didn't help at all.
I'm sorry to Campbellside and High Carlisle.
I'm sorry to Curtis Stirling, it wasn't right.
For the bloody back seat and the body they found.
I'm sorry that the signs on the wall keep coming around.
Yeah the signs on the wall keep coming around
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8. |
I Will Walk Away
03:33
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They're setting up the barricades, preparing for the big parade,
With flags and bunting all arrayed.
They're bussing in from far away, splashing out for a place to stay,
But I,
I will walk away.
You and he caught a train, didn't matter where you went today.
No sense trying to wait it out you said.
They're stepping up the no-knock raids, and locking down the motorways,
But I,
I will walk away.
I have thrown my phone in a roadside bin,
Taken out the battery and broken up the sim.
I have shaved my head and wiped my record clear,
I am off the grid, I will disappear.
I will disappear.
Now I'm out beyond the city gates, blending in with everyday
People who are not obliged to stay.
It'll be all across the news at eight, reconfirmed the head of state,
But I,
I will walk away.
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9. |
Wild Dog Heart
02:46
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I've been racing horses down at the corner field
Where she told a stories of wildness
You sang the young man's lament
And they will never know a wild dog heart
Wild dog heart
Wild dog heart
We spent days wondering, them and me,
what you looked at when you stared through the glass,
And in the years I couldn't sleep,
We saw nothing but your wild dog heart.
Wild dog heart
Wild dog heart
And these names you gave us, they made pictures in our minds
Railroad cars and steelworks and the places left behind.
There's a bear in a rage and he's tearing up the trailer park
The bankers and representatives are praying for an ark
The dealers in antiquities are revaluing their art
But you just sit there wrestling with your wild dog heart.
Wild dog heart
Wild dog heart
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10. |
Road Song
04:36
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Headed west, took the long road over High Carlisle.
Left the maps, followed photos after Campbellside.
Black and Whites, bleeding into Kodachrome.
- And I will not remember the words that you said.
Which way from here?
Packing light, just the memories of some southern years.
Dashboard lights, casting shadows on your sleeping tears.
Passing signs, they all point home from here, in the rear view they disappear.
- And these maxims of mine, I'll repeat them again.
Which way from here?
This old frame is failing, with all that it entails.
These old joints are aching, this old frame fails.
Sharing loads, there have always been reasons for this road.
Chasing storms, there is no right way to go.
Satellites, across the sky tonight, they light the path we ride,
- With all that it entails.
Show which way from here.
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11. |
Not Afraid of Danger
03:23
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We waved away the guests and brought the plates into the kitchen
Black ties and jackets over chair backs
I guess we own them
An old projector in the box with all the slides.
Surprised to find the bulb still working.
Never expected to spend all night
On the floor, shining pictures on the ceiling.
Just memories, colours and smiles
Ones of parents young and childless
Close friends now forever nameless
Rope bridges through tropical trees
A honeymoon roadtrip in 48 scenes.
Just memories, colours and smiles
Clicking through the boxes one by one
Agfa, Fujifilm and Kodachrome
Borneo, Guyana, Dar Es Salaam,
Charleston, Richmond, on and on up to Vermont.
Mosquito nets and whitewashed walls
Landrovers and lorries in government cream
Long hot nights and open doors
Sheets and curtains in uniform green
Just memories, colours and smiles
Ones of family members long forgotten
Ones of me, ones of you, turning ten,
Aunts and uncles and perfect strangers
Back when we were unafraid of danger
Just memories, colours and smiles.
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You were a fox and i was a builder this morning
As I raised up my hand in casual warning
And Jacob is out on the corner standing
He's running at fifteen years and counting
And maybe one day I'll ask him why
Me, I found babel in a bar in Amsterdam
I’ve come to believe Rome was a dream
This is the station were you said it began
But should we be stepping out or stepping in
Should we just be asking for more time
Do you remember when the radio went down,
We sang to each other 'til morning came round.
These are the places where we always return
For our clocks to reset and our fears to unlearn.
And you can't get away from the woodfire's smell
And the roof and the timbers are rotting to hell.
And just for a moment you leave it behind
And laugh like you did when you were a child.
This regret is not an exact science of mine
With ratios and rules beyond recalling
We replay our parts and stick to our lines
You were a fox and i was a builder this morning
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13. |
Untitled
03:46
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Drew Stephenson York, UK
Drew Stephenson is a singer-songwriter based in York, UK, writing conventional songs about unconventional subjects.
Death, monkeys and space hardware may all feature.
He is also part of The Southern Wild.
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