The Cooper Temple Clause – Blind Pilots – Kick up the fire and let the flames break loose

I hope you never change
I hope you never go
I hope you always keep
Our little secrets though
But how’d we get here
At this height
And what’s this talk of
Dead weight

I know we always drink
But we don’t always fight
The landing lights are on
But we’re just out of sight
Cos this thing’s mobile
There’s still wheels
And I’m not done yet
So hang on

You came along to change the grade
To raise the bar I’d made of late
You came along to raise the stakes
To tend to me and my mistakes
I can’t pretend that I could be
The man you said you saw in me
But hang around and I’ll try and land this thing

No-one came
No-one saw
Someone pass the manual

And soon I’ll go away
I’ll see you at the door
So go put David on
Read about the war
We’re just blind pilots
In strange planes
Back seat drivers
In dead cars

You came along to change the grade
To raise the bar I’d made of late
You came along to raise the stakes
To tend to me and my mistakes
I can’t pretend that I could be
The man you said you saw in me
But hang around and I’ll try and land this thing
Yeah I made a list of all the things
That I could change how I could win
I can’t and I refuse to say
The wheels have slowly come away
I pray to God my soul to keep
Cos I could never stand the heat
But hang around and I’ll try and land this thing

No-one came
No-one saw
Someone pass the manual

I got this one from Andy, one evening when we were chatting on MSN. I listened to it once after he mentioned it, and thought it pleasant enough, then when I heard it again on my ipod, I became obsessed with it. It’s one from the S-period, one from the days when I actually believed that S was the one and only. I listened to it over and over on my way to school, during break, and on my way home. One guy in my class swapped ipods with me, much to my irritation, and obviously Blind Pilots was playing, and he looked up in surprise, “this is really good!” I was so unhappy in those days, and it was the distress in the voice of the singer which really touched me.
I made a list of the things that I could change so I could win, I can’t and I refuse to say, the wheels have slowly come away

A song about being out of control and still desperately hanging on for dear life. Knowing that it’s going to crash but praying that somehow we’ll survive… that somehow I can make it work even though it’s totally screwed.

~ by orange on June 20, 2007.