I - The Radio Amateur
Keying his mic' as he searches for life,
A gentle old man sits alone in the dark,
He's scanning the waves,
Looking for memories he can share.
His correspondants collect him like stamps,
Adding his callsign to their trophies and maps,
And none of them wonder just who it is they're talking to,
None of them think to ask the kind of man he was...
"I was a pilot, in a war long ago
and it all seemed to matter way back then..."
And now and then he feels the ground-rush,
As his plane hits the air,
Or feel his ground crew rally round him once again.
II - Worthy of Memory (Part 1)
He remembers everything about flying Spitfires, sending Morse,
The crackle of the radio, the tension of the news reports,
He flew to save his people!
His people do not want to know him now.
He remembers every detail about that sand-bagged days,
But every chapter that came after, vanishes in blurry haze,
He has no great love story, just medals and a glory, gone for good.
He gave his youth - Just like he should.
III - Demobilized
He demobbed in 1945 as the world he'd fought for came alive,
He looked for his friends to find that the most of them had gone.
He scanned the radio for the next few years, until the last ones disappeared,
When no-one has laft, our Earnest looked to pastures new, from his viewpoint,
A mile above the ground,
He looked down on his oyster, green and blue.
IV - Dehumanized
He sits in a hundred countries, counting off his latter years, while...
Leaders sit in panelled War-Rooms, fulled by their peoples' fears,
They'll find so many willing,
So many, ready to do what he had done.
V - Flights of Fancy
He rememberes smoky jazz bars in the years after the war,
The feeling of nostalgia was creeping up and taking over.
And after that it all just seemed the same,
How could he ever equal it again?
And in his flights of fancy he's still the captain of his crew
His navigator on the double bass?
Is that Lofty up there with him too?
But it all came down so fast,
And this be-bop won't last
And in his flights of fancy he never even left the R.A.F.
It all came down so fast, and,
Earnest only has the past,
He's a hero in november
But all year long he's last in the Queue
VI - Worthy of Memory (Part 2)
He remembers something - about a motorbike in Lincolnshire?
A rally -- for Ham Radio?, his kids on a trip?, to Brighton Pier?
His heart is in the 40's
His roaring engines still sport his name...
In Earnest, we all have a friend.
VII - The Silent Key (Instrumental)
VIII - Earnest Dreams of 617
Lifelong memories as he hits the dam
of Boucing Bombs and slide rules,
Radio cans...
It's Earnest in the c***pit and he'll never know
A momento to compare with this one,
In the world... below
IX - Some Crazy Old Guy
Sipping his spite as he sits at the bar
A lonely old man sits alone with his thoughts
Around him we buzz, and never notice that he's there.
He's in the way when we order our drinks,
He's there every night of the week,
Some Crazy Old Guy who tells those stories all the time...
...But he's not with us, he's miles away from here,
In the only past we gave him worth his thoughts.
So we'll never see his Spitfire as it makes its final roll,
And we'll never learn the lessons he was taught.
X - In Earnest
Don't leave me nostalgic for the wrong things in my life,
I don't want adventures among your grand designs of war!
I'll take a clear morning with the wind in my hair,
I beg you, In Earnest, for nothing more
Keying his mic' as he searches for life,
A gentle old man sits alone in the dark,
He's scanning the waves,
Looking for memories he can share.
His correspondants collect him like stamps,
Adding his callsign to their trophies and maps,
And none of them wonder just who it is they're talking to,
None of them think to ask the kind of man he was...
"I was a pilot, in a war long ago
and it all seemed to matter way back then..."
And now and then he feels the ground-rush,
As his plane hits the air,
Or feel his ground crew rally round him once again.
II - Worthy of Memory (Part 1)
He remembers everything about flying Spitfires, sending Morse,
The crackle of the radio, the tension of the news reports,
He flew to save his people!
His people do not want to know him now.
He remembers every detail about that sand-bagged days,
But every chapter that came after, vanishes in blurry haze,
He has no great love story, just medals and a glory, gone for good.
He gave his youth - Just like he should.
III - Demobilized
He demobbed in 1945 as the world he'd fought for came alive,
He looked for his friends to find that the most of them had gone.
He scanned the radio for the next few years, until the last ones disappeared,
When no-one has laft, our Earnest looked to pastures new, from his viewpoint,
A mile above the ground,
He looked down on his oyster, green and blue.
IV - Dehumanized
He sits in a hundred countries, counting off his latter years, while...
Leaders sit in panelled War-Rooms, fulled by their peoples' fears,
They'll find so many willing,
So many, ready to do what he had done.
V - Flights of Fancy
He rememberes smoky jazz bars in the years after the war,
The feeling of nostalgia was creeping up and taking over.
And after that it all just seemed the same,
How could he ever equal it again?
And in his flights of fancy he's still the captain of his crew
His navigator on the double bass?
Is that Lofty up there with him too?
But it all came down so fast,
And this be-bop won't last
And in his flights of fancy he never even left the R.A.F.
It all came down so fast, and,
Earnest only has the past,
He's a hero in november
But all year long he's last in the Queue
VI - Worthy of Memory (Part 2)
He remembers something - about a motorbike in Lincolnshire?
A rally -- for Ham Radio?, his kids on a trip?, to Brighton Pier?
His heart is in the 40's
His roaring engines still sport his name...
In Earnest, we all have a friend.
VII - The Silent Key (Instrumental)
VIII - Earnest Dreams of 617
Lifelong memories as he hits the dam
of Boucing Bombs and slide rules,
Radio cans...
It's Earnest in the c***pit and he'll never know
A momento to compare with this one,
In the world... below
IX - Some Crazy Old Guy
Sipping his spite as he sits at the bar
A lonely old man sits alone with his thoughts
Around him we buzz, and never notice that he's there.
He's in the way when we order our drinks,
He's there every night of the week,
Some Crazy Old Guy who tells those stories all the time...
...But he's not with us, he's miles away from here,
In the only past we gave him worth his thoughts.
So we'll never see his Spitfire as it makes its final roll,
And we'll never learn the lessons he was taught.
X - In Earnest
Don't leave me nostalgic for the wrong things in my life,
I don't want adventures among your grand designs of war!
I'll take a clear morning with the wind in my hair,
I beg you, In Earnest, for nothing more