This is an epic.
This is a song about modes of transport.

Of flashes of memories. 
It’s a montage in a song. 
It’s about dying.
It’s about the very moment right before a decision is made. 
It’s about why I like to sit backward on trains instead of forward – because you can see everything better as it’s behind you instead of rushing by you when it’s just infront or alongside you. METAPHORICAL. (and it makes me a bit queasy if I sit forward-facing)
There’s a big metal bin being whacked at the beginning of this. 
I wanted the whole thing to sound as much like a train journey as possible. 
MAybe I should have put some of the ding ding dong announcements in aswell!

 

GOD DON’T BLEED!

Tracks of fallen trees and the skies of a pallette-bound just-found-by-a-young-painter colour
The movement of the train on the tracks as the flash of every thought brings your decision here now
The stones you always throw in the furthest are the ones you always try so hard and believe in
The water never felt so undaunting as 3 in the morning summer realisation

The engine hum the diesel fumes and the rocking movement of transport just like on the boat now
The motor dead the fresh air crunching the lapping sway of a harbour night sleeping safe lullaby
The memory of a strobing sunset the train passed through on my first trip away on my own time
The panic and anxiety as the flash of the train, the train kept on moving.

God don’t bleed
God don’t fly
God don’t care if I live or I die

And here now on the brink of decision facing backwards facing my own life unfolding
Don’t look forward just see it behind you blindly letting the driver pulling you onward
Wide awake and waiting for something, something good, something worth so memorising
And when Kingdom come and I’ve made my decision flashback to the train that kept on moving.

God don’t bleed
God don’t fly
God don’t care if I live or I die.