Amy Kuney “All downhill from here” type sound mixed with Brian Eno
3:47
Amy Kuney “All downhill from here” type sound mixed with Brian Eno
3:49
Policy version: pending
Prompt:
When the towers fall and the people cry and a whole lot of motherfucking people die, I'll be there. At least I'll try. In your mind and in your heart, I hope you know I played the part. Breath is shallow, breath is fast. Smoke it's thicker and it's hard to pass. If you ever want to do anything, if you ever want to go anywhere, I'll be there. I'll be there. Can you call me back when you have some time? Can you call me back when you have some time? Things so big, things so tall, when the world shakes, surely they can't fall. If you ever want to do anything, if you ever want to go anywhere, give me a call. Give me a call back. Know that I never wanted to say bye, And I'll never understand the reasons why, that we had to go. People in planes, people in trains, people outside walking in the rain. And we had to go. If you ever want to do anything, if you ever want to go anywhere, give me a call. In a different land where the same sun sets, a million different people, a million people dead. Walking in the rain, walking in the sand, navigating life, doing what they can. Hanging up clothes in the heavy heat, kids kicking a ball down a narrow street. A fresh pot of tea on a copper tray, piling up fruit for the market day. And they had to go. Office workers waiting at a vending machine. Did you see the last Oprah on TV? Staring right through a computer screen. Making our way through a paper chase. Planning a trip a month away. Counting the weeks till the debt is paid. Lost in the trap the clock has made. Just another ordinary day. Things so big, things so tall, when the world shakes, surely they can't fall. When the ground shook, you lived before, but with a sound so big, a sound forlorn. People in planes, people in pain, people in the streets watching in vain. And they had to go. If you ever want to do anything, if you ever want to go anywhere, we'll be there, at least we'll try. Waving their flags, windows and lines, just another motherfucking echo in time. And they had to go. Why did they have to go? Know that we never wanted to say bye. Know that we may never know the reasons why. People in the sand, people in planes.