Testo In Earnest - The Tangent
Testo della canzone In Earnest (The Tangent), tratta dall'album A Place In The Queue
Keying his mic as he searches for life
A gentle old man sits alone in the dark
He's scanning the waves
Looking for memories he can share
His correspondents collect him like stamps
Adding his call sign to the trophies and maps
And none of them wonder
Just who it is they're talking to
And none of them think
To ask the kind of man he was
I was a pilot in a war long ago
And it all seemed to matter way back then
And now and then he feels the ground rush
As his plane hits the air
He feels his ground crew rally 'round him once again
He remembers everything about flying Spitfires, sending Morse
The crackle of the radio, the tension of the news reports
He flew to save his people
His people do not want to know him now
He remembers every detail about those sad back days
So every chapter that came after vanishes in blurry haze
He has no great love story
Just medals and a glory gone for good
He gave his youth just like he should
He demobbed in 1945
As the world he'd fought for came alive
He looked for his friends
To find that most of them had gone
He scanned the radio for the next few years
Until the last ones disappeared
When no one was there
Our earnest looked the last he knew
From his viewpoint a mile above the ground
He looked down on his oyster, green and blue
He sits in a hundred countries counting up his latter years
While leaders meet in panel war rooms fueled by their people's fears
They'll find so many willing
So many ready to do what he has done
He remembers smoky jazz bars in the years after the war
The feeling of nostalgia was creeping up and taking over
And after that it all just seemed the same
How could he ever equal it again?
And in his flights of fancy
He's still the captain of his crew
His navigator on the double bass
Is never up there with him too
But he's coming down too fast
And this bebop won't last
And in his flights of fancy
He never even left the RAF
But it all came down so fast
And Ernest only has the past
He's a hero in November
But all year long he's last
And he remembers something about a motorbike in Lincolnshire
A rally for ham radio, his kids on a trip to Brighton Pier
His heart is in the forties
His roaring engines still sport his name
In Ernest we all have a friend
Lifelong memories as he hits the deck
Bouncing bombs and strike roof radio casts
It's an estimate copy and he'll never know
A moment to compare with this one in the world below
Sipping his pint as he sits at the bar
A fragile old man sits alone with his thoughts
Around him we buzz and never notice that he's there
He's in the way when we order our drinks
He's there every night of the week
Some crazy old guy who tells those stories all the time
And none of us think to even ask if he feels fine
But he's not with us, he's miles away from here
In the only past that we gave him were his thoughts
And so we'll never see his Spitfire as it makes its final roar
And we'll never learn the lessons he was taught
Don't leave me nostalgic for the wrong things in my life
I don't want adventures among your grand designs of war
I'll take a good walk with the wind in my hair
I beg you in earnest for nothing more
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Writer(s): Andy Tillison
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