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Sebastian Weber - Voc, Piano, Bass, Glockenspiel, Cajon u. Percussion
Text und Musik: Sebastian Weber
(c) 2009 The Comfort Year
Text und Musik: Sebastian Weber
(c) 2009 The Comfort Year
The call came and I told the kids not to worry
I got dressed and left for my plane in a hurry
The cab driver said: „It’s the worst news I’ve heard in a while“
I got to the airport an hour too late
But the plane was still there, the flight had been delayed
I’d just found my seat when they handed out drinks and fake smiles
When we took off I tried not to remember those horrible days
Back in early september
When all I could see was smoke and debris
And that cold camera’s eye staring at me
Or back on that beach where the water had torn the flesh from the streets
All the mothers that screamed
Bodies all bleached by the salt of the sea
And that cold camera’s eye staring at me
Like the firemen we passed where those trains had collided
They fought to save lives, we reported how many had died
They told us to leave them alone
While I uttered words into a microphone
I could smell the burned flesh while the cameraman laughed and lit a cigarette
Then the light turned green
And I said what you say when you’re live on TV
I said: „Hi, this is me, right at the scene of a terrible...“
Suddenly somebody screamed
So they couldn’t hear me, the anchorman said:
„Let’s just do commercials, we’ll be right back“
Now the plane’s touching down and I open my eyes
The sun’s coming up, there’s a city to the right
I see smoke in the distance
I think of my family, how much I miss them
The floods and the fires, the earthquakes and wars
Are making me sick, I can’t take any more
I’m wading through blood while my children grow up
I’m tied to this camera
And it never stops
It’s just rolling and rolling, until the end
While my wife gets a life and a new taste in men
When this week’s disaster strikes
Don’t make me leave home again
I got dressed and left for my plane in a hurry
The cab driver said: „It’s the worst news I’ve heard in a while“
I got to the airport an hour too late
But the plane was still there, the flight had been delayed
I’d just found my seat when they handed out drinks and fake smiles
When we took off I tried not to remember those horrible days
Back in early september
When all I could see was smoke and debris
And that cold camera’s eye staring at me
Or back on that beach where the water had torn the flesh from the streets
All the mothers that screamed
Bodies all bleached by the salt of the sea
And that cold camera’s eye staring at me
Like the firemen we passed where those trains had collided
They fought to save lives, we reported how many had died
They told us to leave them alone
While I uttered words into a microphone
I could smell the burned flesh while the cameraman laughed and lit a cigarette
Then the light turned green
And I said what you say when you’re live on TV
I said: „Hi, this is me, right at the scene of a terrible...“
Suddenly somebody screamed
So they couldn’t hear me, the anchorman said:
„Let’s just do commercials, we’ll be right back“
Now the plane’s touching down and I open my eyes
The sun’s coming up, there’s a city to the right
I see smoke in the distance
I think of my family, how much I miss them
The floods and the fires, the earthquakes and wars
Are making me sick, I can’t take any more
I’m wading through blood while my children grow up
I’m tied to this camera
And it never stops
It’s just rolling and rolling, until the end
While my wife gets a life and a new taste in men
When this week’s disaster strikes
Don’t make me leave home again