The Starting Gun

by candythief

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released 02 August 2014

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Time in the Tin - by Diana de Cabarrus
The Starting Gun - By Diana de Cabarrus, with valuable input from Marty Hailey; both produced by Marty Hailey at Chambers studios
Guitars/vocals/cello - Diana de Cabarrus
Guitars/organs/glock/anything not listed below: Marty Hailey
Bass/double bass-Conrad Molleson
Drums: Willy Molleson

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Track Name: Time in The Tin
Time in the Tin
Summer was discovery
now the slightest wind chills me
and I’ve set nothing aside
I’ve only scattered thoughts to hide

From quicker clock face hands
From rain that turns it all to sand
A bit more life is in the can
With hands outstretched we try to cram

Every last taste and scent and breath
That rings of life but every pledge
Holds its promise and the line
Towards home is hard to find

30 seconds is a lifetime on tv, and this is what I’d say if I had your attention
Please don’t spend the hours staring at the distant shrines in shopping malls
The speechless saints in magazines and city walls

See the billboards on the street
Take us all for imbeciles
Lay their promise at our feet
But it’s always out of reach

With our minds thus occupied
We didn’t see our hands get tied
They seduce us and deride
Us, and we forfeit all our pride.

Who dares tell you good enough
Means buying into all this stuff
While the thoughts inside your head
Are dismissed, remain unsaid.

30 seconds is a lifetime on tv, and this is what I'd say if I had your attention
Please don’t spend the hours staring at the distant shrines in shopping malls
The speechless saints in magazines and city walls
Track Name: The Starting Gun
The Starting Gun

The starting gun
Echoes on
Fires again
To raise us
From waking dreams
Half pretend
Just one life
We don’t de-pend upon
The myths we’re sold
Getting old
Don’t let on

Your heart’s a roaring furness
underneath the evening news
A mighty engine longing for
The chance to be the fuse


So dance again
Doubt suspend
Wake, extend
The lack is not within
Your own / hands can mend
Draw the curtain back
Join what was once apart
Scrape the grease from
Your beating heart...

Your heart’s a roaring furness
Underneath the evening news
A mighty engine longing for
The chance to be the fuse

We are bullets of pure light
Unravelling in time
Through damage, loss, theft;
The darkest of each other’s crimes

We are bullets of pure light
Unravelling in time
Through damage, loss, theft;
The darkest of each other’s crimes

Your heart’s a roaring furness
Underneath the evening news
A mighty engine longing for
The chance to be the fuse