Song | The Full Gamut |
Artist | The Tangent |
Album | Not As Good As The Book |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
1. The D599 – Dusk | |
Lying on our backs, | |
On the cooling tarmac of a country road, we watched the stars, | |
We watched them fall. | |
And you made 36, I got as far as 49, before we laughed aloud | |
Raced back to the house again, | |
With no idea at all... | |
... of our own position in infinity | |
Beware of the promises of songs | |
When you know the road ahead can be so long, | |
As we watched the stars that night | |
We had no more idea of our plight, | |
Than an earthworm beneath the tripod | |
Of the surveyor's theodolite | |
2. Gothenburg | |
I'm standing on a stage in Sweden in the rain | |
But only see the sunlight from your face | |
It illuminates the faces that smile back from the crowd | |
We create the time, but you create the place | |
And the curtains are closing on this act of the play | |
Tomorrow it seems will be a different kind of day | |
Stay with me a while! — let me live this moment once or twice | |
Freeze Frame! — Magnify! — Do I see trouble in your eyes? | |
Have I just borne witness to the scars that you bear, | |
From my own pursuit of dreams that perhaps we don't share? | |
“Talk to me a while”, I'd plead, knowing all was said and done, | |
And that words alone can't change things, Not when the fighting's already begun, | |
We had a Utopian postcode and a Nirvanan phone, | |
But no-one was calling and we were left alone | |
Lying on our backs, | |
On the cooling tarmac of a country road, we watched the stars, | |
We watched them fall. | |
Lying to ourselves | |
In the quiet slumber of a foreign town | |
We let it slide | |
With no idea at all.... | |
.... of our own position in infinity | |
Oh beware of the promises of songs | |
When the road ahead can be so long | |
For constructed poetic verse, | |
No matter how well-rehearsed | |
Can't fill in all the cavities | |
In the mouth that formed the curse | |
3. Last Tango | |
4. Studio Tan | |
There's a kind of comfort in the whirring of a fan, | |
The dimmed studio lights and turning counters. | |
The soundproofing a barrier to the hostile world outside, | |
It can carry on without us | |
But out there it's changing by the instant | |
And I'm in here on my own. | |
I kid myself that you are in here with me, | |
And you're speaking through me now, | |
That everything I do in here's for “US” not just for me | |
but I never could quite explain how | |
The room is empty,, or, the room is full | |
Inspiration comes and goes.... but | |
In the end we became each others tea-break | |
Togetherness was just supposed. | |
And inside I just never could see that | |
But out here it just seems so clear. | |
5. Not A Drill - A storm in the mountains of Cantal | |
We've had so much of trading insults | |
Oaths and vows are useless, like before | |
Petty thoughts and skeletons in closets | |
Are lying all across our wooden floor | |
And nothing we believe is sacred in our massive quest to hurt. | |
Everything we're good at is in question | |
Everything we've achieved is in the mire | |
And all we have is bile and sick, the ending just can't come too quick | |
All that we've created has to die | |
We rip ourselves apart and fall asleep exhausted by the strain | |
This is not a rehearsal | |
This is not a drill | |
Madness rides tonight, banners flying | |
And it's for real | |
They get stronger, while we get weaker... and no-one cares | |
6. Southend On Sea | |
I'm standing on a stage in England, blinded by the lights | |
Hard to even know you're there, | |
But inside I know the switches have been thrown in your mind | |
just a question of when and where | |
And all of these years I took for granted, | |
come on back now and whisper in my ears... | |
“I never thought twice..... | |
as blind as three mice” | |
But I never thought I'd be alone | |
7. The A1 North of Paris | |
It's time to bring the curtain down, | |
Time to say our final words, | |
I can feel it in my bones | |
I can feel it in my water | |
Traffic jams and French landscape flash by | |
Lost in a blur of deja vu | |
Still, I can't keep my fingers off | |
the self destruction buttons | |
And suddenly... it's happening! | |
I'm sliding into the void I built with you | |
My lifetime ahead is slipping away | |
My fingers are clawing but nothing seems any use | |
What we set in gear has meshed at last | |
Question marks hover over our past | |
like barrage balloons that wait over some | |
defended... terrified city | |
But through it all, I Love You still, | |
Yet only find spiteful, hurtful things to say, | |
We take the vow, we make the dive | |
and head for the exit without even knowing the way | |
8. Four Last Days | |
And the water turns to wine | |
And the wine turns into pills | |
And the pills turn into games | |
But the games are just cheap thrills | |
Beware of the promises of songs | |
When you know the road ahead can be so long, | |
And all my anger cannot move | |
Or even seek to disprove, | |
The need I have inside me, | |
For the love I lost, which can never be removed | |
9. The D599 and the A61 (Dusk) | |
Lying on our backs | |
A Thousand miles apart | |
At whatever moment | |
With synchronised hearts | |
We'll watch the stars | |
we'll watch them fall | |
And from whatever country it's still the same milky way | |
And I only can dream that maybe some day | |
We'll meet again |
1. The D599 Dusk | |
Lying on our backs, | |
On the cooling tarmac of a country road, we watched the stars, | |
We watched them fall. | |
And you made 36, I got as far as 49, before we laughed aloud | |
Raced back to the house again, | |
With no idea at all... | |
... of our own position in infinity | |
Beware of the promises of songs | |
When you know the road ahead can be so long, | |
As we watched the stars that night | |
We had no more idea of our plight, | |
Than an earthworm beneath the tripod | |
Of the surveyor' s theodolite | |
2. Gothenburg | |
I' m standing on a stage in Sweden in the rain | |
But only see the sunlight from your face | |
It illuminates the faces that smile back from the crowd | |
We create the time, but you create the place | |
And the curtains are closing on this act of the play | |
Tomorrow it seems will be a different kind of day | |
Stay with me a while! let me live this moment once or twice | |
Freeze Frame! Magnify! Do I see trouble in your eyes? | |
Have I just borne witness to the scars that you bear, | |
From my own pursuit of dreams that perhaps we don' t share? | |
" Talk to me a while", I' d plead, knowing all was said and done, | |
And that words alone can' t change things, Not when the fighting' s already begun, | |
We had a Utopian postcode and a Nirvanan phone, | |
But noone was calling and we were left alone | |
Lying on our backs, | |
On the cooling tarmac of a country road, we watched the stars, | |
We watched them fall. | |
Lying to ourselves | |
In the quiet slumber of a foreign town | |
We let it slide | |
With no idea at all.... | |
.... of our own position in infinity | |
Oh beware of the promises of songs | |
When the road ahead can be so long | |
For constructed poetic verse, | |
No matter how wellrehearsed | |
Can' t fill in all the cavities | |
In the mouth that formed the curse | |
3. Last Tango | |
4. Studio Tan | |
There' s a kind of comfort in the whirring of a fan, | |
The dimmed studio lights and turning counters. | |
The soundproofing a barrier to the hostile world outside, | |
It can carry on without us | |
But out there it' s changing by the instant | |
And I' m in here on my own. | |
I kid myself that you are in here with me, | |
And you' re speaking through me now, | |
That everything I do in here' s for " US" not just for me | |
but I never could quite explain how | |
The room is empty,, or, the room is full | |
Inspiration comes and goes.... but | |
In the end we became each others teabreak | |
Togetherness was just supposed. | |
And inside I just never could see that | |
But out here it just seems so clear. | |
5. Not A Drill A storm in the mountains of Cantal | |
We' ve had so much of trading insults | |
Oaths and vows are useless, like before | |
Petty thoughts and skeletons in closets | |
Are lying all across our wooden floor | |
And nothing we believe is sacred in our massive quest to hurt. | |
Everything we' re good at is in question | |
Everything we' ve achieved is in the mire | |
And all we have is bile and sick, the ending just can' t come too quick | |
All that we' ve created has to die | |
We rip ourselves apart and fall asleep exhausted by the strain | |
This is not a rehearsal | |
This is not a drill | |
Madness rides tonight, banners flying | |
And it' s for real | |
They get stronger, while we get weaker... and noone cares | |
6. Southend On Sea | |
I' m standing on a stage in England, blinded by the lights | |
Hard to even know you' re there, | |
But inside I know the switches have been thrown in your mind | |
just a question of when and where | |
And all of these years I took for granted, | |
come on back now and whisper in my ears... | |
" I never thought twice..... | |
as blind as three mice" | |
But I never thought I' d be alone | |
7. The A1 North of Paris | |
It' s time to bring the curtain down, | |
Time to say our final words, | |
I can feel it in my bones | |
I can feel it in my water | |
Traffic jams and French landscape flash by | |
Lost in a blur of deja vu | |
Still, I can' t keep my fingers off | |
the self destruction buttons | |
And suddenly... it' s happening! | |
I' m sliding into the void I built with you | |
My lifetime ahead is slipping away | |
My fingers are clawing but nothing seems any use | |
What we set in gear has meshed at last | |
Question marks hover over our past | |
like barrage balloons that wait over some | |
defended... terrified city | |
But through it all, I Love You still, | |
Yet only find spiteful, hurtful things to say, | |
We take the vow, we make the dive | |
and head for the exit without even knowing the way | |
8. Four Last Days | |
And the water turns to wine | |
And the wine turns into pills | |
And the pills turn into games | |
But the games are just cheap thrills | |
Beware of the promises of songs | |
When you know the road ahead can be so long, | |
And all my anger cannot move | |
Or even seek to disprove, | |
The need I have inside me, | |
For the love I lost, which can never be removed | |
9. The D599 and the A61 Dusk | |
Lying on our backs | |
A Thousand miles apart | |
At whatever moment | |
With synchronised hearts | |
We' ll watch the stars | |
we' ll watch them fall | |
And from whatever country it' s still the same milky way | |
And I only can dream that maybe some day | |
We' ll meet again |
1. The D599 Dusk | |
Lying on our backs, | |
On the cooling tarmac of a country road, we watched the stars, | |
We watched them fall. | |
And you made 36, I got as far as 49, before we laughed aloud | |
Raced back to the house again, | |
With no idea at all... | |
... of our own position in infinity | |
Beware of the promises of songs | |
When you know the road ahead can be so long, | |
As we watched the stars that night | |
We had no more idea of our plight, | |
Than an earthworm beneath the tripod | |
Of the surveyor' s theodolite | |
2. Gothenburg | |
I' m standing on a stage in Sweden in the rain | |
But only see the sunlight from your face | |
It illuminates the faces that smile back from the crowd | |
We create the time, but you create the place | |
And the curtains are closing on this act of the play | |
Tomorrow it seems will be a different kind of day | |
Stay with me a while! let me live this moment once or twice | |
Freeze Frame! Magnify! Do I see trouble in your eyes? | |
Have I just borne witness to the scars that you bear, | |
From my own pursuit of dreams that perhaps we don' t share? | |
" Talk to me a while", I' d plead, knowing all was said and done, | |
And that words alone can' t change things, Not when the fighting' s already begun, | |
We had a Utopian postcode and a Nirvanan phone, | |
But noone was calling and we were left alone | |
Lying on our backs, | |
On the cooling tarmac of a country road, we watched the stars, | |
We watched them fall. | |
Lying to ourselves | |
In the quiet slumber of a foreign town | |
We let it slide | |
With no idea at all.... | |
.... of our own position in infinity | |
Oh beware of the promises of songs | |
When the road ahead can be so long | |
For constructed poetic verse, | |
No matter how wellrehearsed | |
Can' t fill in all the cavities | |
In the mouth that formed the curse | |
3. Last Tango | |
4. Studio Tan | |
There' s a kind of comfort in the whirring of a fan, | |
The dimmed studio lights and turning counters. | |
The soundproofing a barrier to the hostile world outside, | |
It can carry on without us | |
But out there it' s changing by the instant | |
And I' m in here on my own. | |
I kid myself that you are in here with me, | |
And you' re speaking through me now, | |
That everything I do in here' s for " US" not just for me | |
but I never could quite explain how | |
The room is empty,, or, the room is full | |
Inspiration comes and goes.... but | |
In the end we became each others teabreak | |
Togetherness was just supposed. | |
And inside I just never could see that | |
But out here it just seems so clear. | |
5. Not A Drill A storm in the mountains of Cantal | |
We' ve had so much of trading insults | |
Oaths and vows are useless, like before | |
Petty thoughts and skeletons in closets | |
Are lying all across our wooden floor | |
And nothing we believe is sacred in our massive quest to hurt. | |
Everything we' re good at is in question | |
Everything we' ve achieved is in the mire | |
And all we have is bile and sick, the ending just can' t come too quick | |
All that we' ve created has to die | |
We rip ourselves apart and fall asleep exhausted by the strain | |
This is not a rehearsal | |
This is not a drill | |
Madness rides tonight, banners flying | |
And it' s for real | |
They get stronger, while we get weaker... and noone cares | |
6. Southend On Sea | |
I' m standing on a stage in England, blinded by the lights | |
Hard to even know you' re there, | |
But inside I know the switches have been thrown in your mind | |
just a question of when and where | |
And all of these years I took for granted, | |
come on back now and whisper in my ears... | |
" I never thought twice..... | |
as blind as three mice" | |
But I never thought I' d be alone | |
7. The A1 North of Paris | |
It' s time to bring the curtain down, | |
Time to say our final words, | |
I can feel it in my bones | |
I can feel it in my water | |
Traffic jams and French landscape flash by | |
Lost in a blur of deja vu | |
Still, I can' t keep my fingers off | |
the self destruction buttons | |
And suddenly... it' s happening! | |
I' m sliding into the void I built with you | |
My lifetime ahead is slipping away | |
My fingers are clawing but nothing seems any use | |
What we set in gear has meshed at last | |
Question marks hover over our past | |
like barrage balloons that wait over some | |
defended... terrified city | |
But through it all, I Love You still, | |
Yet only find spiteful, hurtful things to say, | |
We take the vow, we make the dive | |
and head for the exit without even knowing the way | |
8. Four Last Days | |
And the water turns to wine | |
And the wine turns into pills | |
And the pills turn into games | |
But the games are just cheap thrills | |
Beware of the promises of songs | |
When you know the road ahead can be so long, | |
And all my anger cannot move | |
Or even seek to disprove, | |
The need I have inside me, | |
For the love I lost, which can never be removed | |
9. The D599 and the A61 Dusk | |
Lying on our backs | |
A Thousand miles apart | |
At whatever moment | |
With synchronised hearts | |
We' ll watch the stars | |
we' ll watch them fall | |
And from whatever country it' s still the same milky way | |
And I only can dream that maybe some day | |
We' ll meet again |