Midlake - Bamnan And Slivercork (2005) by Midlake (보컬) on maniadb.com

He was a great balloon maker
The balloons were never known for speed
There's no way you'll get sweet
You asked me to waste some time
Come out to see the sun
You're all we've got
But I said I think there's more of them like us
And he said you might be right
We'll find them in time somewhere
I had a dream

He was a great balloon maker
Then they outlawed all balloons
He packed up and put his things away
He asked me to waste some time
Come out to see the sun
You're all we've got
But I said I think there's more of them like us
And he said you might be right
We'll find them in time somewhere
And I had a dream

Come out to see the sun
You're all we've got
But I said I think there's more of them like us
And he said you might be right
We'll find them in time somewhere

Particle separation room
is made without windows
they say its because someone might break in
and take whatever they chose
and making kingfish pies takes much longer now
without any windows

Particle separation room
is made without tables and chairs
they say its because they dont fit in here
we dont need tables and chairs
and making kingfish pies takes much longer now
without any tables

Particle separation room
is made with lots of big machinery
well sometimes it nears through work much faster
and they turn up the machines
and i just cant hold on
and once my hand got caught
and making kingfish pies takes much longer now
with my only one hand

Some of them were superstitious, sitting with their backs facing the orchard.
All of them with mittens on their hands and feet were waiting there for winter.
Thousands on the freeze, well I could never join them there.
And we dare not bother, but couldn't help but holler "Yeah".
There's no use in hiding the joy from the bright of sun.
I could wait for Winter. Better if it never comes.

Some of them were superstitious, watching them parade around the townsquare.
Some of them were praising while they're cold and simply 'cause they don't know better.
Someone to protect them, someone to keep track of them.
No I don't believe them. I would rather holler "Yeah".
There's no use in hiding the joy from the bright of sun.
Now you say you're leaving, but leaving will just bring you down.

Can you operate machines like that?
Miles a day on tough terrain and grass.

I'm not sure if we will meet again.
I guess it depends on which company you're in.

Oh wait. You're gone, you're gone.
So soon, so soon, so long.
But life, it hurts for someone.
And you're someone.

So soon, so soon, so long.
And when you're gone, you're gone.
But life, it hurts for someone.
And you're someone.

And you're someone.

And you're someone...

Oh it must be over there
see in the tall weed
with his head leaned by an anthill
by some water with a trumpet
lightly sleeps the jungler

but I'm not too sure
that we'd go out like that
so when we're older maybe sooner
we'll take the fumes from factories to love us

half important not important
not unless you go for gusto
maybe we could overtake him
with a trumpet
lightly sleeps the jungler
wakes up and there goes with the gold
but not all the gold
safely waits in this place
and when it's clear I'll get our gold
I'll get our gold.

when we're older
we will thank the jungler
for all the gold that comes
out our pockets

He tried to escape once in a balloon
He tried to escape once in a balloon
On the foggiest day, he decided not to stay
The ground below held his life not long ago
And through the fog, the ground, it disappeared

He felt he had made it and starts to come down
A crowd of people that followed were cheering loud
But then something went wrong and he couldn't get back in the air
And when he landed just inside the gates
The monocle men carried him away

One gigantic heart
Just refused to start
And now that the world's behind me
I'll lay here quite joyfully

We went for a walk
To enjoy the day
Distracted by a bluebird
We looked the other way

Well both of them
Struck both of us
Upside the head
It made us dead
And no one knew where we were

Face up in a field
Flowers at our heels
Quickly comfort finds us
And takes us away from here

Well both of them
Struck both of us
Upside the head
It made us dead
And no one knew where we were

Bring with you a photograph machine
One for anabel and one for me
We walked to see the crowd
That gathered there ontown square
A big parade
The flutes got paid
I'm glad they made a dragon stage
The families nest
The bakers test
The children a mess
And the babies rest
The rain is cruel
And it's washing away the things
There in my head

I'm mr. amateur
on the freeway
with a cupcake

And i couldn't fly
and i couldn't make where to go
so i stood alone with dirty face
from cupcakes in the air.

and at that time
i wish i'd known you
with laserbeams and wearing birdsuit
you'd throw an extra sword
i'd catch it
i'm amateur
you're wonderful.