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Radio Moscow
04:06
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The unseen hand, and we all fear.
We don’t understand the sun.
Why fight the warmth of the light we feel?
His head hurts, the networks, his heart beats fast, alone.
So much noise from the phones and receivers
he needs some help and he needs some believers.
And don’t we all?
You can’t escape the singing lady of Peru
and Radio Moscow is always there for you.
What can you do?
Trees appear from thin air.
The fire you burn was there long before you arrived in the woods, before you left your electrical goods and troubles at home.
You try to let the breath of life flow through you.
It’s easy to ignore how the forests grew.
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Looking into your eyes can be a very tricky business.
Am I getting on your nerves?
And what could be cornier than seeing stars in your iris?
Shall I walk you home through the park?
We are on our own, for the moment.
If I open up my heart would you feel it miss a beat?
I know you’re not a surgeon.
Would you feel afraid? Would you run or could you stay?
The particles inside my heart were born in furnaces of stars
and in the end, when I am gone, through distant skies they’ll carry on.
Should I open up my heart?
You were asking what I was thinking.
Am I getting on your nerves?
Your silence tells me all about the risk that I am taking.
As I walk you home through the park
we are on our own, for the moment.
The way I feel is wonderful and doomed to die and temporal
and it will live (and so it grows) as long as me and so it goes.
The particles inside your heart were born in furnaces of stars
and in the end, when we are gone, through distant skies they’ll carry on.
There are things we don’t know and
there are things
we don’t know we don’t know.
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Jupiter
03:33
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You arrive to introductions and sit down in quiet exultation
lost in the danger and mystery of learning a new name.
Across the table you have eyes on a girl and a smile, and she reminds you
that all real living happens in bars with people that you don’t know.
And everything else can go.
And you’ve seen the TV shows
with pictures of stars and pictures of planets, seen pictures of Io
the fourth moon of Jupiter, stark and in transit crossing a violent sky.
And you feel like you want to cry.
Then, in a movement that she misses you place your hand on top of hers.
A shock of nerves runs to her brain as she tries to give this a name.
Surprised at yourself, this isn’t like you, and leading outside, you chance a kiss.
And she isn’t sure that she wants this, but kisses you all the same.
She kisses you in the rain.
And she’s seen the TV shows
with pictures of stars and pictures of planets, seen pictures of Io
the fourth moon of Jupiter, stark and in transit crossing a violent sky.
She thinks it’s all by the by
and you feel like you want to cry.
The greatest pain will come from learning
that nothing you know can stop this yearning...
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Colours
03:34
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I know it’s not just beauty I see through the kitchen window
and I have a passing interest.
Trying to get the sense and knowledge of a flower
pulling off the petals.
I know your behaviour.
Colours taking a part.
And taking apart colours your behaviour
I know.
There are subtle dimensions in everything that we do
I’m trying to understand you.
But you seem convinced that cataloguing petals kills the living flower.
I know your behaviour.
Colours taking a part.
And taking apart colours your behaviour
I know.
Petal, stigma, ovule, receptacle, the stalk, anther, ovary, style, filament, sepal, nectary.
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They turned the voyage around.
One last shot, crossing the rubicon.
It sent the image back
pale blue dot
our joy and suffering.
Light through the blinds, the sun is still shining
but just on the cusp of the evening light.
You cast your thoughts
and we were getting ready to go out, now we can’t.
Save us from ourselves.
Funny how space and time can provide perspective on things.
Save our tiny world.
We have become a mote of dust a pixel of light.
Consider again.
You turned my words around.
Light through the lens.
One last fight.
The sun is still shining
Crossing the rubicon.
but just on the cusp of it’s dying light.
So I sent your kisses back.
You sent it home
Our sleepless nights.
and we, in all our pomp and circumstance
Our joy and suffering.
carry on.
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Heroes of Popular Science is the bedroom music project of John Chambers and Nick Worrall. Their songs are as much about love and life as they are about science.
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