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Flight - Live
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Peter Hammill
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Now I've got one long song from A Black Box, second side, and this is called "Flight" I always forget how crazy things are So sometimes it catches me off my guard When they make sense The line on the road trails the arrow in the sky I search for the mote in my brother's eye Beneath the pence... A time of blunt instruments Still uncertain when I've woken Or what const**utes a conscious mind Though the thought remains unspoken I know I'm flying blind Breaking into cold sweat on the white-hot coals The pennies from heaven drop through my soul: It don't relent At the back end of dreams I'm amazed to awake... I offer my theories but just can't shake That seventh sense To which there's no defense Yes, it seemed that the time was for action Oh, it seemed so cool to be that kind... My tongue crouchet to form some retraction Oh, but I knew I was flying blind Well, I want things to be fast, up to the power-dive; I want the zero-gravity heroes to play dead But stay alive And I want it to be slow, all the way to stall; And now we talk about a thousand things that never change at all No, it never change... No, it never change... No, it never change... Oh, no, it never change... It was then that I knew I'd been thoughtless Something had slipped my mind: I'd strapped myself into the Fortress But the Fortress was flying blind We got full clearance So someone down there ought to know The truth of our disappearance - If even that still shows it accuses and blames me But nothing was quite what it seemed Sometimes things work out so strangely That it might as well all be dreamed The White Cane Fandango in Morse code Try to shake through the message Shake the load; Only venial sin, running on the spot Till the dance begins Oh, where does a man go when the muscles cramp? Try to write out a postcard on a postage stamp With a drawing pin punching out the Braille For the whole within? Upset the contango on your future stock; Paying backwardation, hold onto what you've got - Such a sideways grin! Some day you may need to trade that in Trade that in Trade that in Trade If we ride this right The future will fall in our hands If we survive the flight The future will work out - Nothing's that black and white Nothing's that black and white Nothing's that black and white Nothing's that black and white Colour-coded charts are spread But we're still gliding deep into the red The radio is dead Every valve blown open The radar screen flicks monochrome Air traffic controller wants to get on home He is witing for a phone call To release him from responsibility Nobody goes to see him any more Except for the man from the ministry He wanted to be, he wanted to be The man that control, in command of the flightpath; He's flying a chair, quite beyond control; He's going to have just one more chance At a barrel roll All in a dream, all as a dream The colours too bright, the music too deafening - The black-out world has just begun to show These cracked-out words I offer... But I still don't know But I still don't know But I still don't know But I still don't know Cool blue suffuse the colour gun - Oh, come in, come in number one: Your time's nearly run Speed-freeze the frame The present and the past hold fast... It's too fast, oh, the thing don't Oh, the thing don't Oh, the thing won't last The rolling dice clash together, never make up the score; That old device, the ejector seat is glued to the floor Everybody waits for everyone to make a show No-one wants to be the first, admitting that they know How anythings that's gone down here Could fit into an a***ytic groove Oh, wait for the tactical move Why don't we wait for some action we all can approve? Too much to drink, for the cup reaches down to the sea; Too touch, to think, the barometer pressuring me Every na-na-na, for Easter parade Reeling out the Maydays in the hope of being saved But the radio ham's out giving blood - Oh, no, no, no, he's not listening The cricketer knows his "Wisden" The pilot has got his "Jane's" But the sum of this factual wisdom Don't help us to fly the plane, no, and it never will... Beneath the tartan two-piece there's something rips undone... Ait for the ladder to run Wait for the snake that the ladder becomes A pa**enger hits the c*ckpit, willing to chance his game: He pulls out his gun and c*cks it In the hope that it all might change, it never will... A fly-leaf from the library shows others have been here before He tried, failed and kicked out the door; The aircrew don't care anymore Now they just wait for the beat of the silk-worm wing Wait for the heat to come down on us Force of the law Full force of gravity pulls me down I'll be better off out of there; Aerobatic spin around I'll take my chances in the open air Sycamore silk-worm wings Or Roman Candle to the ground There's only one thing for sure: When the balloon goes up The aeronaut calm down And he says nothing is quite what it seems And he says nothing is quite what it seems; Oh, I say nothing is nothing Softly, the angels sing their time and space refrain: Oh, there's something in everything if you can only pin down its name Aerobatic thoughts at the back of my mind - Is it nothing but the looping line we all follow? Nothing but the spiral twist of DNA? There'll be no looking back from tomorrow on today So the wire is tripped, split-seconds defect to their successors; The umbilical cord is ripped - Oh, here we all are in free fall As I stall where I am, as if to see where I've been Only running down the looping line we all follow Only chasing on the spiral twist of DNA There'll be no looking on to tomorrow from today Oh, life/death/night/day... Cold breath will surely fly away Is the empire of sensation locked in a black box deep in me, encoded there somehow? It fires the imagination to fly on a wing and a prayer through my life Oh, is that how it is? This is now Which will be then? Is this the means? All I know for shure is This is the end Yes, you better be looking on to tomorrow Yes, you better think on today Good night, good night. John Ellis on guitar, Nic Potter on ba** and Guy Evans on drums. Thank you
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