Bluebird Songtext
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Bluebird Songtext
i) 1925 Record Attempt
But it rings in your ears like blood
Three miles a minute can never be enough. The Sunbeam's captain - take your seat. The aero-engine at your feet
Spitting fire, oil... steam
350 horses scream
'You won't come back; you can't survive!' But come on let's just give it one more try
It wasn't one for the money or one for the fame, But just for the hell of all who came
One for Albion. One for fun
But, please God get this record done
'You won't be coming back; you can't survive!' But come on let's just give it one more try. Come on now let's give it one more try
The vultures' row, a vague unrest -
Not in the smoking hole just yet
The flying mile. A distant hum
The watches stop and the deed is done
'You won't be coming back; you can't survive!' But come on let's just give it one more try. Come on now just give it one more try
ii) John Godfrey Parry Thomas
The hands of a juggler with Brunel's mind Become a potent brew
Some days you write the story
Some days it's writing you
Challenger, Columbia, fate outsmarts desire. The finest brains. A will of iron
Speed's the smoke; courage: the fire
iii) Babs
Babs now lives beside the sea. Peace and quiet guaranteed
An undignified end for a great lady
She was born of nobility
A childhood steeped in luxury
The sisters they lived their lives at speed
Babs turned her back on the quiet life. The firebrand made for a difficult wife Right up to the day that she took his life
Babs paid for her terrible crime
Fifty years is a very long time
The passing days have not been kind
iv) Fresh record attempt
So our man is back on Pendine's shore To bring the record home once more. The hardware's new. Worries canned: The fastest of them all on land
Fly low, coldly you go
It's what they say you're born to do. Call it obsession... how you're wired. Speed's the smoke, courage: the fire
v) Blue Bird restored
The ninety years just raced on by
A thousand miles an hour they try, And barely touching ground they fly
Carbon fibre rocket cars; we learn so quickly, come so far
The follies of that golden age - we'll never see their like again. But sometimes out on Pendine Sands, the beast will roar again
But it rings in your ears like blood
Three miles a minute can never be enough. The Sunbeam's captain - take your seat. The aero-engine at your feet
Spitting fire, oil... steam
350 horses scream
'You won't come back; you can't survive!' But come on let's just give it one more try
It wasn't one for the money or one for the fame, But just for the hell of all who came
One for Albion. One for fun
But, please God get this record done
'You won't be coming back; you can't survive!' But come on let's just give it one more try. Come on now let's give it one more try
The vultures' row, a vague unrest -
Not in the smoking hole just yet
The flying mile. A distant hum
The watches stop and the deed is done
'You won't be coming back; you can't survive!' But come on let's just give it one more try. Come on now just give it one more try
ii) John Godfrey Parry Thomas
The hands of a juggler with Brunel's mind Become a potent brew
Some days you write the story
Some days it's writing you
Challenger, Columbia, fate outsmarts desire. The finest brains. A will of iron
Speed's the smoke; courage: the fire
iii) Babs
Babs now lives beside the sea. Peace and quiet guaranteed
An undignified end for a great lady
She was born of nobility
A childhood steeped in luxury
The sisters they lived their lives at speed
Babs turned her back on the quiet life. The firebrand made for a difficult wife Right up to the day that she took his life
Babs paid for her terrible crime
Fifty years is a very long time
The passing days have not been kind
iv) Fresh record attempt
So our man is back on Pendine's shore To bring the record home once more. The hardware's new. Worries canned: The fastest of them all on land
Fly low, coldly you go
It's what they say you're born to do. Call it obsession... how you're wired. Speed's the smoke, courage: the fire
v) Blue Bird restored
The ninety years just raced on by
A thousand miles an hour they try, And barely touching ground they fly
Carbon fibre rocket cars; we learn so quickly, come so far
The follies of that golden age - we'll never see their like again. But sometimes out on Pendine Sands, the beast will roar again
Writer(s): ALISTAIR NICHOLSON, NICOLAS JEFFERSON Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
