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

Open Sore (for Lyrics see below) OUT NOW

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Misc. Sessions Rob Dougan - 5 track EP [inc.18 Minute Film + Digital Booklet] + with additional instrumental and orchestral mixes
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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

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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.