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Whole Lotta Hot Air

from These Aren't My Pants by Roadatlas

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The narrator of the story of this song is unable to sleep, freezing cold and haunted by the memories of a loved one. They attempt to solve both problems by setting alight all the things they still own that link the two of them together. It goes badly.

lyrics

No Capo

Em
I can hear the boiler groaning as it fights against the cold
D
As the windows crack the shivering has reached into my soul
C
I remember all those winter nights we spent sat here by the fire
Am B
Reading Hemingway, (with) one eye firmly on the pyre

And what we found in those pages seems so hollow lost and gone
I’m searching for meaning there but it no longer can belong
Done my best to forget you and I would if I had the choice,
but I can’t read anything profound (these days) without hearing your voice

Chorus
Em G D
Burning all the books I owe to your ghost
B
Heart or heat, dare not decide (I do not know) which I need the most
Burning all the books, choking through the smoke
Spitting sparks and ash and flames, it sounded like you spoke

Now the wind is howling and my eyes are fixed upon the flames
Ground beneath me rumbles as the windows rattle in their panes
(Your) Voice is calling louder as I step towards the blinding light
Gaze intensifies as my memories of you ignite

Pages pop and crackle as you chuckle struggles from the hearth
Silently you shriek and shout, from in the flames I hear your laugh
Solitary things I knew, the sounds that filled those winter nights
Splutter upwards from the grate to set my frostbit soul alight

Heart grows weak as the flames spread towards me as you burn my skin
Rising up towards the ceiling you engulf me from within
Spreading ‘cross the floor as the supports weaken beneath my feet
Life is caving inwards as the ceiling buckles from the heat

Joists have cracked above my head as the smoke slips into my lungs
Still I stand transfixed unmoved though something in me screams to run
I can’t leave your voice here now cause I’ve not heard it in so long
As the house comes tumbling down, stood fast stairing on

credits

from These Aren't My Pants, track released March 26, 2016
Russell - Guitar, vocals
Niall - saxophone

The great photo, taken by Robyn Jay (www.flickr.com/photos/learnscope/) used for our artwork is distributed under the creative commons (attribution and sharealike) license and is therefore free to use and modify.

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Roadatlas Sheffield, UK

Weird folk-ass stuff with a saxophone. Have a good time. Watch our youtube series. Tyvm

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