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Vocals/programming: Echoroom ( Mr. SMC)
Vocals/ Guitar + Sitar/Production: Racerat (Mr. PVD)
Bass: Drew Kopr (Mr AD)
I wrote this on a trip to Sri Lanka. We landed at the Maldives, and I thought what it would be like to just get out of the plane and disappear, leave EVERYTHING behind ... nobody would know where I'd gone.
It had been a looong flight.
Thanks to Philip for his great work on this (he fully produced and mixed this baby) and Andy for the sinuous basslines.
Due to ongoing wrist problems, I probably wont reply to comments, so apologies in advance (thanks to Rachel for typing this!). I think this lyric is actually pretty straight forward for me (I had gucci trainers on at the time).
Vocals/programming: Echoroom ( Mr. SMC)
Vocals/ Guitar + Sitar/Production: Racerat (Mr. PVD)
Bass: Drew Kopr (Mr AD)
I wrote this on a trip to Sri Lanka. We landed at the Maldives, and I thought what it would be like to just get out of the plane and disappear, leave EVERYTHING behind ... nobody would know where I'd gone.
It had been a looong flight.
Thanks to Philip for his great work on this (he fully produced and mixed this baby) and Andy for the sinuous basslines.
Due to ongoing wrist problems, I probably wont reply to comments, so apologies in advance (thanks to Rachel for typing this!). I think this lyric is actually pretty straight forward for me (I had gucci trainers on at the time).
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Lyrics
Plastic knives in the business aisles
From the air everything is shrinking.
Cut the ties in a second life
Let the stop-off be my destination.
Walk away and I'm MIA
Walk away and you declare me missing
Walk away and I'm shredding my name
Sloughed off like a Gucci snakeskin.
No trace in the empty seat, my deletion is complete.
A single white boy in the crowd but
In the air you're the prince of strangers.
Cool and humid in a cigar tube
Thought and temperature regulated.
Walk away and I'm MIA
Walk away and you can keep on sleeping
Walk away from the bed that I made
A rear view of the mess I'm leaving
No trace in the empty seat, my deletion is complete.
Day by Day
A living secret
Flame by Flame
I burn to keep it.
Oh child you were abandoned by
A cold heart and a painted smile
Oh child you were abandoned by faith ...
No books no coffee shops no
No cars no speak the language
No me no identity
Another rat sleeping in the garbage
etc
From the air everything is shrinking.
Cut the ties in a second life
Let the stop-off be my destination.
Walk away and I'm MIA
Walk away and you declare me missing
Walk away and I'm shredding my name
Sloughed off like a Gucci snakeskin.
No trace in the empty seat, my deletion is complete.
A single white boy in the crowd but
In the air you're the prince of strangers.
Cool and humid in a cigar tube
Thought and temperature regulated.
Walk away and I'm MIA
Walk away and you can keep on sleeping
Walk away from the bed that I made
A rear view of the mess I'm leaving
No trace in the empty seat, my deletion is complete.
Day by Day
A living secret
Flame by Flame
I burn to keep it.
Oh child you were abandoned by
A cold heart and a painted smile
Oh child you were abandoned by faith ...
No books no coffee shops no
No cars no speak the language
No me no identity
Another rat sleeping in the garbage
etc
Vic Holman
don't we al have days like that. just walk away. until it gets cold outside then we think otherwise.
sorry that the wrist problem still persists. sounds like...arg surgery
excellent work by all.