Skylon! - Gruff Rhys

Candy date air lines

Welcomes you aboard the flight

F U N to Nirvana

The gangway gives me shelter

The merchant and the rain

I shuffle for my ticket

To show it once again

Overhead the lockers are full up to the brim

Of shiny souvenirs, duty-free and film

The Cabault 37, reserved a window seat

I hit her as I passed her, tidied up and neat

Too tired to confront her, I sit next to the aisle

I recognize my neighbor

I’ve seen her on the screen

I read the open movies

And frivolous magazines

Find myself, find myself

Against everything I stand for

Now I’m sitting by your side

The safety regulations

Are vigorously explained

The exits have been pointed

The buckle-belts are strained

Upwards lifts the Eagle

Silver towards the sun

The in-flight entertainment

Is suddenly switched on

I glance at the reporter

Who reasoning’s alone

I settle for my journey

Perched upon my throne

To my left the actress

Whose work just makes me groan

The pilot gave a signal

The stewardesses talk

Of other stewardesses

Of distant foreign ports

They glanced at one another

And continued on their walk

The meal was served in plastic

Containers wrapped in foil

A special pack contains salt

Vinegar and oil

To add to my discomfort

Lightning hits the deck

Down the aisle they venture

Pouring cups of tea

Two gentlemen of business

And ladies of the scene

They crave for the interior

As lightning strikes again

The aeroplane subsides down

Then rattles like a snake

The baby behind screams out

The perfume Charlie escapes

Into a piñata, the feller of its place

Enter the confusion, a solitary man

Holds a roll of some tax

Disguised as a ticking beer can

Fear strikes the golly

Panic buttons ring

The hijacker plane’s a madness

The steward brings him a tray

He writes into a notebook

Demands that he must gain

If anyone should care to

See their families again

On the tray he places

The notebook and the ticking can

The steward brings the message

Outside the tempers brawl

He rocks from chair to chair

Till he reaches the cabin door

He knocks on it discreetly

Inside they welcome him

The captain hands his radio

He contacts his HQ

Listing the demands out

While contacting his crew

Under no illusion

He furrows his brow too

Find myself, find myself

Against everything you stood for

Now I’m sitting by your side

Why is this man special

He sits in his plain clothes

He poses a civilian

Ready for the fall

Rises to the occasion

As the drama still unfolds

He aims at the hijacker

Stuns him with his gun

Find myself, find myself

Find myself, find myself

Against everything you stood for

Now I’m sitting by your side

At this point I declare my

Field of expertise

I whisper to the hostess

To get me all the things I need

For I’m a bomb disposal expert

In your hour of need

The pinchers and the tweezers

Require steady hands

I wrestle with the wires

The bomb keeps ticking on

The actress holds a tin can

So right on her arm

Find myself, find myself

Against everything you stood for

Now I’m sitting by your side

Finally I unlock it, the wire colored red

The one that I must cut to

To put this piece to bed

And now this strange dilemma

Enters my weary head

The golden opportunity

To dispose of a TV personality

Has given me this moment

An unexpected poison chalice

I ponder for a moment

Exactly where I’ll miss

Do I explode with the actress

Or reach out with a kiss?

Find myself, find myself

Now we’re in this shit together

Let’s let each other live

The land to our heroes welcome

Let the press conference begin

So to recap

Point 1, some man with issues

Tried to blow up the plane I am traveling on

Point 2, a love interest in the actress

Who is sat next to me

Point 3, I am a bomb disposal expert

At my location and I saved

Everybody’s life on the plane

Now in a nutshell

This is how the scenario plans out

The pilot safely, heroically

Some would say lands the plane

It’s surrounded by fire engines

Police, media, cameras, ambulances, etcetera

And we are missioned to a big-shift press conference

While the event’s cost a bank

And must have bust some companies

Myself, the pilot and the actress

Are rushed into a hastily arranged press-conference

After this near death experience

I say to the media that myself

And the actress are enclosed,

And the initial night of passion

Results in a love-child so fly

We sold the best photos of the child

For an abusive 1 million dollar

Fee to Howdy magazine

And we live unhappily ever after

Well, that’s it from me, thank you for listening

And please fly home safely

And by the way should you ever

Bump into me in the street, my name is

Skylon, Skylon, Skylon, way up high

Cutting at the wires as the people start to cry

Skylon, Skylon, way up high

Cutting at the wires as the people start to cry

Hour, hour, week by week

Look into the mirror before getting on with me

Skylon, Skylon, way up high

Cutting at the wires as the people start to cry

Skylon, Skylon, way up high

Cutting at the wires as the people start to cry

Skylon, Skylon, way up high

Skylon, Skylon, way up high