Chris Judge Smith - Curly's Airships - CD2 - 12 - The Final Taboo | Текст песни

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• Curly's Airships - CD2 - 12 - The Final Taboo

CURLY:-
So we came back again.
We didn't like their sob stuff
Or the nasty smell of whitewash,
Those strangely missing files.
Managed to convince some friends,
Confirm a few suspicions;
But we were just ghosts,
They were all living men;
So what could we hope to achieve
With voices from a crystal set,
Cat's whisker out of kilter?
Just maybe a tune,
A simple enough refrain,
The sad song of Reasonable Men...

THREE AIRSHIPMEN:-
We were Service, d'you see?
Follow orders; don't make waves;
Keep your eyes on your duty.
We survived the War
And now we're hopelessly,
helplessly, Hideously brave.
Anything else
Would be letting the side down;
Anything else was never discussed;
Anything else was the unspeakable thing,
The final taboo...
It's the silence that kills you.
Don't break the silence.
It's the silence that kills you.
Don't break the silence.
Don't break the silence.

Anything else was the unspeakable thing,
The final taboo.
It's the silence that kills you.
Don't break the silence.
It's the silence that kills you.
Don't break the silence.
Don't break the silence.
Don't break the silence.
Don't break the silence.

CURLY:-
And for us who kept the silence,
Held here in some sort of
Wind-blown limbo,
Behind clouds of myth and history,
In the cold dream-space
Between the worlds,
Here, between earth and heaven,
The flight goes on...

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