- News
- Blog
- Music
- Gallery
- Presspics
- Films
- Events
- Likes
- Lyrics
- Shop
- Biog
- Reviews
- Contact
- Archives
- RSS
- Last.fm
- Bandcamp
- YouTube
- MySpace
- Label
Subscribe
Talk Me Down From 20,000ft
the day we left i read about this ghost plane cruising over canada. it happened so fast four hours passed before anyone knew they were dead. i think the windows blew or something, autopilot kicked in, on they went. all they did was follow instructions, put on their seatbelts put out their cigarettes. i’m sure i’ve seen this film before, in fact i think we’re on the same plane. i know the crash instructions off by heart. i didn’t listen this time but what if they’re different? quick hand me the leaflet. look that’s us up there, they’ve been trying to get us on radio for hours. the pressure’s punched my face in. i’m too busy poring through magazines to notice. i forgot to tell you so much but look outside, the ground is getting bigger. there’s an oxygen mask on my face, the instructions say help yourself first but there’s no one to help if i wanted to, i am out like a light and you’re gone. they say it definitely was not a bomb and there is definitely no one to blame, so won’t you tell me who am i supposed to shout at. won’t you tell where i go to complain for all those times when the windows blow in and the instructions just can’t explain why i am trapped like a corpse in a ghost plane as you disappear into the sky. head down between your knees, you will find your life strapped beneath your seat. so hold on to it like a baby while she talks you down from 20,000 ft.
