It seems that more and more songs are coming onto the market whose basic structure consists of spoken words. Martin Jenkins, with his project Pye Corner Audio, was no exception. Together with the excellent crime writer Ian Rankin, he has now recorded a song. Rankin’s metaphors about the darkness surrounding us and its hopelessness are accompanied by equally dark, drone-like guitar passages. If it’s going to be like this, then this is the way to do it.
Broken lives, empty streets
Dust of ages, the breath of now
Low-rise, high rent
Blood sucked from every stone
A villain’s stealth and silence
No heroes come out at night
No heroes come here at night.
Stealing your way through the empty streets
Echoes of footsteps, and hours wasted
The creep, creep, creep of shadow-filled shoes
No one is near
No one can hear,
The creep and the breathing
The breathing that creeps
No heroes come out at night
No heroes come here at night
Everywhere looks like a tunnel
The dark won’t take your hand and lead you home
So you drive,
And you drive
And you drive
And everything looks like a tunnel
Your life, your kids, your job, your friends
A tunnel
Which way did you come in?
No lights, no signal, no exit, no turns
The dark won’t lead you home
No lights, no signal, no exit, no turns
The dark won’t lead you home
No heroes come here at night
No heroes come here at night
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