Stretched far too thin
Gone a ways too far
Got a touch too high
All the wrong things rising
Not waving but capsizing
All is silent all is bright
I'm not made for this
I'm the crack in the wing
I'm afraid that this won't work
I'm a frayed high wire
An aeroplane falling
Not flying but stalling
All is silent all is bright
I am cells gone wild
The enemy within
I'm not well at all
I'm a spell in quarantine
Bacteria invading
Multiplying, replicating
All is silent all is bright
All the wrong things rising
Not waving but capsizing
This was an odd little song to write - it started with the little twiddly guitar part and a very peculiar drumloop, and then built from there. As for the lyrics, they weren't the usual agonising process of adjustment and refitting, and pretty much came in rush. Guess I wasn't feeling top of the world that day ha ha. The last verse I'm particularly pleased with - swine flu was big on the news, and I had a cold that I naturally assumed was cancer.
Oh, and the "frayed high wire" bit came from having just watched Man On Wire. If you haven't seen it, you should - it's... dizzying, and for me goes with the sense of vertigo we were trying to put into the music, especially with that relentless bass drone.
Anyways, hope you like it.

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