Song | Titanic Calls Carpathia |
Artist | The Tangent |
Album | Comm |
i) The Millpond | |
ii) Titanic Calls Carpathia | |
The airwaves are still silent in the deep April cold | |
Magnetosphere at rest, undisturbed by our troubled world | |
Auroras fleek horizons, visibly observed | |
But not yet called upon to propagate our words | |
Jack Phillips takes the key in the first hour of the night | |
And taps out CQD from MGY in the first hour of their plight | |
Cottam takes the code and Rostron turns the wheel | |
To steam into our future, into legend, undetected | |
Titanic calls Carpathia in the night | |
Through Nothingness, through 57 miles | |
And the sparks still fly, down through history | |
And down through every walk of life | |
iii) Lovell Calls Houston | |
And in a baked bean tin half way between two worlds | |
Three stranded mens' lives depend on simple words | |
Home hands temptingly above them in the sky | |
And while they plot the rescue plan, Titanic's sparks still fly | |
Jim Lovell's calling Houston in the night | |
Through Nothingness – 200,000 miles | |
A swingball in infinity | |
A rope of radio to keep the centrifuge at bay | |
Titanic Calls Carpathia! | |
iv) Lost Soul Calls Antares | |
Across the endless plains of Europe | |
And a friendship sometimes strained | |
By belief and competition | |
But in spite of which remains | |
From a bedsit in the wilderness | |
One reaches for the phone | |
To hear the voices of “belonging” | |
Yes it's time to head for home | |
And a lost soul calls Antares in the night | |
Across Europe and a thousand weary miles | |
And the echoes of all his heroes will | |
Line up to “keep the sea ajar” | |
Titanic calls Carpathia | |
v) Fire In Our Fingers | |
And now we can all talk across oceans | |
If we get things sussed we don't even have to pay! | |
We get “FREE iTunes songs” when we return an empty bottle | |
But there's so much around | |
That we throw the damn thing away | |
Posting to billions who don't have time to read us | |
Giving ourselves away | |
A young kid I know's got fire in his fingers | |
But in this crowded room you'd never pick him out | |
Lost in a labyrinth of a squillion facebook profiles | |
The endless prize of “LOOK AT ME” and pathetic shouts | |
Bringing down leaders to fight over their replacements | |
Talking ourselves to Death | |
vi) Earth Calling Anyone | |
Beyond the rusting pylons, beyond the looted homes | |
People scrabble around for batteries to get more talk time for their phones | |
We want so much without paying, we forget someone has to make | |
The things we want for ourselves so we just eat each other's cake | |
We made petrol out of plant-life we took fuel from the sea | |
We burned everything that would burn, we got it all for free | |
We fought it out on our Internet where everyone else was wrong | |
We gave our lives completely – crazy for COMM | |
Titanic Calls Carpathia in the night | |
And some planet out there might just hear our plight | |
In ten thousand years, they might come looking | |
To see who was making all the noise. |
i The Millpond | |
ii Titanic Calls Carpathia | |
The airwaves are still silent in the deep April cold | |
Magnetosphere at rest, undisturbed by our troubled world | |
Auroras fleek horizons, visibly observed | |
But not yet called upon to propagate our words | |
Jack Phillips takes the key in the first hour of the night | |
And taps out CQD from MGY in the first hour of their plight | |
Cottam takes the code and Rostron turns the wheel | |
To steam into our future, into legend, undetected | |
Titanic calls Carpathia in the night | |
Through Nothingness, through 57 miles | |
And the sparks still fly, down through history | |
And down through every walk of life | |
iii Lovell Calls Houston | |
And in a baked bean tin half way between two worlds | |
Three stranded mens' lives depend on simple words | |
Home hands temptingly above them in the sky | |
And while they plot the rescue plan, Titanic' s sparks still fly | |
Jim Lovell' s calling Houston in the night | |
Through Nothingness 200, 000 miles | |
A swingball in infinity | |
A rope of radio to keep the centrifuge at bay | |
Titanic Calls Carpathia! | |
iv Lost Soul Calls Antares | |
Across the endless plains of Europe | |
And a friendship sometimes strained | |
By belief and competition | |
But in spite of which remains | |
From a bedsit in the wilderness | |
One reaches for the phone | |
To hear the voices of " belonging" | |
Yes it' s time to head for home | |
And a lost soul calls Antares in the night | |
Across Europe and a thousand weary miles | |
And the echoes of all his heroes will | |
Line up to " keep the sea ajar" | |
Titanic calls Carpathia | |
v Fire In Our Fingers | |
And now we can all talk across oceans | |
If we get things sussed we don' t even have to pay! | |
We get " FREE iTunes songs" when we return an empty bottle | |
But there' s so much around | |
That we throw the damn thing away | |
Posting to billions who don' t have time to read us | |
Giving ourselves away | |
A young kid I know' s got fire in his fingers | |
But in this crowded room you' d never pick him out | |
Lost in a labyrinth of a squillion facebook profiles | |
The endless prize of " LOOK AT ME" and pathetic shouts | |
Bringing down leaders to fight over their replacements | |
Talking ourselves to Death | |
vi Earth Calling Anyone | |
Beyond the rusting pylons, beyond the looted homes | |
People scrabble around for batteries to get more talk time for their phones | |
We want so much without paying, we forget someone has to make | |
The things we want for ourselves so we just eat each other' s cake | |
We made petrol out of plantlife we took fuel from the sea | |
We burned everything that would burn, we got it all for free | |
We fought it out on our Internet where everyone else was wrong | |
We gave our lives completely crazy for COMM | |
Titanic Calls Carpathia in the night | |
And some planet out there might just hear our plight | |
In ten thousand years, they might come looking | |
To see who was making all the noise. |