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Open Sore - Rob Dougan - Misc. Sessions EP & Film (Recorded at Abbey Road Studios)

Open Sore (for Lyrics see below) OUT NOW All EPs & Films are available immediately on subscribing to https://subscribe.robdougan.com/ with ongoing and past EP releases, alongside behind-the-scenes access to the making of all recordings in the year ahead. Misc. Sessions Rob Dougan - 5 track EP [inc.18 Minute Film + Digital Booklet] + with additional instrumental and orchestral mixes http://robdougan.com/ Written and produced By Rob Dougan Recorded at Abbey Road Studio 2 by Jonathan Allen Additional production and programming by Rupert Cross Orchestrated and conducted by James Shearman Arrangements by Rob Dougan and Rupert Cross Piano by Rob Dougan Backing vocals: Rob Dougan and Rupert Cross – Mixed by Nick Taylor at Air Edel Mastered by Alex Wharton at Abbey Road Studios. A film by Marc Swadel + Rob Dougan Directed By Marc Swadel Edited by Rohan Thomas Filmed by Marc Swadel and additional crew c/o Bluefin TV/ Anthony Leake Recorded at Abbey Road Studio 2 Featuring tracks and other files: She's Leaving Undone By London Open Sore Miscellaneous Undone by London (reprise) She's Leaving instrumental Undone by London instrumental Open Sore instrumental Miscellaneous instrumental Undone by London Orchestra only Open Sore Orchestra only Miscellaneous Orchestra only 18 Minute Film 8-pageDigital Booklet Follow:   / robdouganofficial     / robdougan   The lyrics are - in part - inspired by Yeats' An Irish Airman foresees his Death [ http://www.bartleby.com/148/3.html ] The Lyrics are in the description. Open Sore Way up here, The air is thin, my head is clear. The clouds seem like a ground below. All temporal thoughts are overthrown. It’s hard to care, The stars light up the autumn air. Bombs sink into the void below, Just where they land I’ll never know. Flying home, I get scared. Anti-aircraft everywhere. I sink into the velvet black, And dodge the leading lines of flack. I’ve got just one flaw. My heart is like an open sore. I take just one dent, And I fall into a deep descent. I fall into a deep descent. I have found, My heart can’t get up off the ground. I taxi to the runway’s end, And find, when I take-off, it’s not there. It won’t be long, Before it finally comes and dogs me down. It will come out of the moon one night, And send me homeward in a ball of fire.