Meteor

(Blegvad/Partridge)

Recordings Art Lyrics Chords and Tablature

Recordings

1. Live version.
   Performed live by Peter Blegvad on 14 March 1992, at St. Anns, Brooklyn, New York, U.S.A.
   Not released.

Art

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Lyrics

A mass of minerals and metals,
confused into a ball,
hurdling through vacuum
on a million mile fall.
A piece of shattered planet,
the last surviving chunk,
ten times the size of Canada,
a crumb of interstellar junk.

Meteor, meteor.
Don't you hear that distant row.
Doom is calling door to door:
prepare to meet thy meteor, meteor.

Hurtling through emptiness,
with no one at the wheel.
Imagine if it landed here,
imagine how you'd feel.
The oceans would evaporate,
you couldn't see for steam
and even the most rational
would think it was a dream.

Meteor, meteor.
Don't you hear that distant row.
Doom is calling door to door:
prepare to meet thy meteor, meteor.

And another planet shattered,
pieces scattered to the stars.
We wouldn't think it matters
if the planet wasn't ours.
The moon begins to wander
now its anchor's has been destroyed.
They're drifting without influence
out into the void.

The human race wiped out
when we were just about to switch
from inhumanity to sanity,
now wouldn't that be rich.
As you died your only comfort
would be that you knew
all the agents of corruption
in the world we're dying too.

Meteor, meteor.
Don't you hear that distant row.
Doom is calling door to door:
prepare to meet thy meteor, meteor.

Meteor, meteor.
Don't you hear that distant row
coming through the kitchen floor:
prepare to meet thy meteor, meteor.

[transcribed by Maurits Verhoeff]

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