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Far Skies Deep Time (import version)

by Big Big Train

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1.
Kingmaker 10:31
She sailed over the distant horizon, now it is time she came home. The Archaeologists’ Chorus: ‘A thousand years have passed; it’s time to bring her home’. A long time ago, when stories and legend were born at the edge of the world they made a stand before the storm. She saw light from a distant horizon now it is time she came home. The Archaeologists’ Chorus: ‘A thousand years have passed; it’s time to bring her home’. A long time ago… Halfway through a month of Sundays, the rain at the window. Outside in the fields on the chalkhills, stone makes the earth. Kingdoms may fall, but people remain a fountainhead walks the same path. The low winter sun, the light is so old here and shadows are cast by the stones along the road, the hollow ways that lead us home, lead us home again. The Archaeologists’ Chorus: ‘She sailed over the distant horizon, now it is time she came home.’ A thousand years have passed; it’s time to bring her back home.
2.
Billy died on a beach when the sky was full of sun. Jumpers for goalposts and sand for grass a crowd of none. Billy crossed over too many lines, but not this far over. The girls are not the same here… Billy spent all his time in the pubs where he drank too much. Billy liked being out on his own, but not the only one. Keeping goal always set him apart, but not this apart. The lanes are not so wide here… Billy died on a beach when the sky was full of sun. Out of a clear blue sky, an ending overlong. Jumpers for goalposts and sand for grass a crowd of none.
3.
With the gallery we saw her diary the lights were on for Christmas. We walked into the streets to find a place to eat. British racing green and red, she looked at me; we tore each other’s hearts out we ripped each other apart. We tore each other’s hopes up, we just gave up, we gave up. I cannot go on like this crazy with dreaming. Freely given, freely taken, tested to destruction. British racing green and red, she looks at me; we tore each other’s hearts out we ripped each other apart. We tore each other’s hopes up, we just gave up, we gave up. Ah you know, that’s how things go.
4.
Brambling 04:59
She will always be the first and so you will never forget she is a thorn to pierce your tender heart. And this wound that hurts you so is the hurt you need to grow. Cry. Hungrily tasting her berry stained lips, you planting your kisses right there. Rise up before her now she holds you in her hands brings you from bud into bloom, in her you drown. And this wound that hurts you so is the hurt you need to grow. Cry. A thorn upon the rose, the boy becomes a man. Although she is the first she’ll not be the last. And this wound that hurts you so Is the hurt you need to grow.
5.
Part 1: The Sea Is My Blood The sea is my blood, the rain and the stars are my eyes, the clouds are my mind, the sea and the rain is my blood. Part 2: From Cradle To Calvary Lying ahull ride out this storm doused all the sails I let the boat drift. And so upon this tumbling sea fathoms below heavens above me. I’m setting sail for Les Marquises from cradle bound for Calvary. I feel so alive, how can it be upon this wide, wide open sea? There was a time I was so alive a Paris. Part 3: The Pleasures And The Dreams Of Men I sing their song I mesmerised, the sweat and the tears stream from my eyes, the shock impact of every line. I sang to their souls oh the dreams I would bring I showed them who they are and all they could be. All the ugliness and the beauty of the harsh reality. I gave them the man they want me to be and held up the mirror so they could see themselves (reflected) I made the myth where the man ends and the legend begins. Part 4: The Harbour Lights In the evening they’ll be drinking and swinging the lamp, drinking and brawling telling tall stories their fishy tales, around and around on the merry-go-round. And all the love that they’ll make between tousled sheets, bed springs creak in time to their heartbeats and the click of the heels down the cobbled streets. Let us remind the old lovers for whom the wine has turned sour, this could be the finest hour of their time. In the giddy hell of the carousel. Part 5: Far Beyond The Cardinal Points I’ve been waiting here a long time, I’ve been waiting for the longest night of my days, out here alone. Part 6: I’m So Very Far From Here I’m so very far from here (home is a long way) from me. I’m so very far from me (home is a long way) from this wide open sea. I’m so very far from here (home is a long way) from me. Part 7: Let Us Speak of Love Let us speak speak of love, of home and hope loving and leaving of laughter and forgetting and letting go. One day we’re born on another we die what lies in-between’s unimportant in this life. I feel the ache in my chest as I draw breath. So let us speak of love, love and generosity. And if we only have love it’s more than enough. Part 8: Calvary – The Sea Is My Blood (Reprise) The sea is my blood, the rain and stars are my eyes, the clouds are my mind, the sea and rain is my blood. Fin

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This import version includes Kingmaker as opposed to Master of Time which appeared on the original version of the CD release.

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released August 1, 2011

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