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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belle and Sebastian
Performer
Bob Kildea
Guitar
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Performer
Richard William Colburn
Performer
Sarah Ann Martin
Synthesiser
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Guitar
Stuart Murdoch
Performer
Alfreda Gerald
Performer
Ben H. Allen
Programming
Charles Antonio Hightower
Performer
DAVID McGOWAN
Bass Guitar
Joe Gransden
Trumpet
Kevin Hyde
Trombone
Natasha D. Evans
Performer
Tanya Smith
Performer
Will Scruggs
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Kildea
Songwriter
Mick Cooke
Composer
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Songwriter
Richard William Colburn
Songwriter
Stevie Jackson
Composer
Sarah Ann Martin
Songwriter
Stuart Murdoch
Songwriter
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben H. Allen
Producer
Tony Doogan
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Lying on my bed, I was reading French
With the light too bright for my senses
From this hiding place life was way too much
It was loud and rough round the edges
So I faced the wall when an old man called
Out of dreams that I would die there
But a sight unseen, you were pulling strings
You had a different idea
I was like a child, I was light as straw
And my father lifted me up there
Took me to a place where they checked my body
My soul was floating in thin air
I clung to the bed and I clung to the past
I clung to the welcome darkness
But at the end of the night there's a green green light
It's the quiet before the madness
There was a girl that sang like the chime of a bell
And she put out her arm, she touched me when I was in hell
When I was in hell
Someone sang a song and I sang along
Cause I knew the words from my childhood
Intellect, ambition they fell away
And they locked me up for my own good
But I didn't mind, cause the silence was kind
It spoke to me in whispers
There was the sound of the wind and the cold cold dawn
And the quiet hum of business
Let me dangle awhile in this waiting room
I don't need to go, I don't need to know what you're doing
Know what you're doing
Lying on my side you were half awake
And your face was tired and crumpled
If I had a camera I'd snap you now
Cause there's beauty in every stumble
We are out of practice we're out of sight
On the edge of nobody's empire
And if we live by books and we live by hope
Does that make us targets for gunfire?
Now I look at you, you're a mother of two
You're a quiet revolution
Marching with the crowd, singing dirty and loud
For the people's emancipation
Did I do okay, did I pave the way?
Was I strong when you were wanting?
I was tied to the yoke with a decent bloke
Who was stern but never daunting
And he told me to push and he made me feel well
He told to me to leave that vision of hell to the dying
Oh to the dying
Writer(s): Richard Colburn, Robert Kildea, Stuart Murdoch, Christopher Geddes, Stephen Jackson, Sarah Martin
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