03-19-2013, 09:07 AM
Alternate version (as per tectak cut the crap)
His propeller strobes in silent blue,
leather glove taps on the gauge,
the landing strip out of range,
to save his life he drops some weight
fumes and prayers bring him home safe.
Farm yard kitchen on a beautiful day
a tea towel over the sink, bacon sizzling,
tiny shoes have just brought in fresh eggs,
she smiles at the whistling, looks up at the morning,
moments before the bomb slams through the roof.
Original version
The exhaust note drones, smooth without turbulence,
breathing is heavy, condensing on leather, echoes to ears,
silent blue expands, shrinking the simplicity of my craft.
Underneath tapping in the slip stream,
trapped on the red button, mission incomplete,
retreat, I hold the horizon dear, fear friction.
A paper theatre stages the home coming hero,
figures move each embrace, father cups child’s face,
Hands shake betray my steel, quickens my beat.
Pockets of air slap hard to move and sink my pit,
the players stop to look, nemesis unhooked,
tapping turns tranquil away my burden drops.
Farm yard kitchen, tea towel over sink, bacon sizzling,
tiny shoes have just brought in fresh eggs, Lovely.
she smiles at the whistling, looks up at the morning,
moments before the bomb slams through the roof.
His propeller strobes in silent blue,
leather glove taps on the gauge,
the landing strip out of range,
to save his life he drops some weight
fumes and prayers bring him home safe.
Farm yard kitchen on a beautiful day
a tea towel over the sink, bacon sizzling,
tiny shoes have just brought in fresh eggs,
she smiles at the whistling, looks up at the morning,
moments before the bomb slams through the roof.
Original version
The exhaust note drones, smooth without turbulence,
breathing is heavy, condensing on leather, echoes to ears,
silent blue expands, shrinking the simplicity of my craft.
Underneath tapping in the slip stream,
trapped on the red button, mission incomplete,
retreat, I hold the horizon dear, fear friction.
A paper theatre stages the home coming hero,
figures move each embrace, father cups child’s face,
Hands shake betray my steel, quickens my beat.
Pockets of air slap hard to move and sink my pit,
the players stop to look, nemesis unhooked,
tapping turns tranquil away my burden drops.
Farm yard kitchen, tea towel over sink, bacon sizzling,
tiny shoes have just brought in fresh eggs, Lovely.
she smiles at the whistling, looks up at the morning,
moments before the bomb slams through the roof.
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