The Underfall Yard

by Big Big Train

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Carsten Pieper Considered by many to be their best album. As I boarded the Train rather late (English Electrics...) and have only listened once to this, I can't judge that, yet. But the first impression indeed is great! Should be a no-brainer for fans of this "beautiful, pastoral quintessentially English" music (had to quote, can't put it better). Favorite track: The Underfall Yard.
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lucsb I love this record because it represents a true dedication to the composition and high degrees of musicianship. Also, because they are inspired in bands that are so fond to me, and having masterful originality. Favorite track: The Underfall Yard.
Chris Brickwood
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Chris Brickwood Still to my mind the best BBT album: not a weak track, leading up to the stunning TUY. I find this album gutsier and more dynamic than either English Electric album: they are perhaps more considered and more polished, but for me this is right up there with the best albums of the last 20-30 years Favorite track: The Underfall Yard.
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released December 15, 2009

Produced by Andy Poole. Recorded by Andy Poole and Rob Aubrey. Mixed and mastered by Rob Aubrey. Words and music by Greg Spawton.

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'They make beautiful, pastoral quintessentially English music: their name is Big Big Train”
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Track Name: Evening Star
Instrumental
Track Name: Master James of St George
Master James of St. George,
of the fields and the sky.
He used to build castles of stone,
steel and blood.
But lines get broken down.
Track Name: Victorian Brickwork
Call up the boys, call them now,
time to bring them home.
They will call if they want to.
Fog hampered the search,
Lost at sea, lost in the water.

He told me many stories of the great ones,
lights might bring them home.
Every day they put the boats out,
but not this day.

Fog hampered the search,
now great shock diamonds
fill the sky and the deep.
Lost in low light and ocean tides,
the love you never meant to hide.

Too far south, misplaced in my home town,
the Victorian brickwork
weathered but unchanged.
Lost in low light and ocean tides,
the love you never meant to hide.

As the waves make toward
a distant shore
as the last words are spoken
into a rising storm, falling away.
Lost in the low light and the ocean tides,
the love you never meant to hide.

He showed me many places
made me many things,
carried me back home
as if lost on the water.
He told me many stories of the great ones,
lights might bring them home.
Every day they put the boats out,
but not this day.

Now I know who I am,
I know what I mean
And I know where I came from.
From the sea.

Lost in low light and ocean tides,
the love you never meant to hide.
Track Name: Last Train
End of the road he’s travelling,
waiting for trains that never ever come.
They’ve all gone.
End of the final day,
light fades she moves away
to the north.
This will never come again.

Living on the line for all those years
happy but if lonely.
Half in sun and half in shade,
twelve stones at the forest edge.
Mr Delia is leaving home,
all is left to grass and rust
Gone.

Fetch wood for the fire,
the last days of summer,
he prepares for the end of the line.
Sure as the curving Earth,
the beat of the second hand,
counts the days down
to the end of the line.
Track Name: Winchester Diver
Breaking the stone, a thousand years, an underfall.
The water’s edge is closer than you think,
surface tension falling as the air is taken in.
Beneath the walls, all light has gone,
like the passage of a mine whose seam is unknown.
He worked each drift by hand alone,
sand and water and blood and stone.

He hadn’t much of a story to tell,
just how he stopped the walls from falling.
Making a stand, made solid ground.

Two worlds apart, the people say their Sunday prayers.
Music fills the vaulted space;
the organ covers up the hammer falls.
But the water’s edge is closer than you thing,
you can see it in his staring eyes, the dripping shell,
the lower parts of hell are just beneath you.
Track Name: The Underfall Yard
Steel in the skies and the road,
somehow travelling far.
Chasing a dream of the west
made with iron and stone.

These are old hills that stand in the way
breaking the line.
It came out of the storm,
out of the sea
to the permanent way
Using just available light,
he could still see far.

Deep in the heart of the land
breaking through the old stone.
Chasing the trail of the water
down through underground streams.

Working the way through the valleys and fields,
grass grown hills and stone.
Parting the land
with the mark of man,
the permanent way,
Using just available light,
he could still see
far skies, deep time.

These are old places stood in the way.
Low cloud comes to ground.
The grey and the green and the bold and the brave
on the permanent way.
Using just available light,
he could still see far.
Using just available light,
he could still see far.

Twelve stones from the water
continents apart
the clouds are gathering again,
filling up the sky,
it rains on England.

Roofless engine houses
distant hills like bookends
frame electrical storms
moving out to sea
away from England.



Those days have gone, those days...
Those days have gone,
their names are lost
the stories left untold.
Under an ordinary star
we are just moments of time,
it is the end of the line
this place is worked out.

A faultline opens in the ground
waves make their way to the shore,
this is the end of the line,
time worn and broken.

These things have faded with the light
few know the stories now,
this is the end of the line,
time worn and broken.

Under steel grey skies
he is drawn across the river.
No bands played,
there was no sound.
A sunray met the dark
of the fuller's earth.
It is gone now.
It is over.

All good things and everything...
this used to be a railway town
now we're travelling without knowing,
without meaning.

Light bleeds from the world,
Starcross, the Underfall Yard,
the iron and the stone is broken,
the dream of the Western mind,
searching for reason
is gone now.

These are old places stood in the way,
grass grown hills and stone.
Parting the land
with the mark of man,
the permanent way,
Using just available light,
he could still see far.