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I picked up a CD copy of Thomas Dolby's Golden Age of Wireless over the weekend, and listened to it half a dozen times through in 48 hours. I've always been enthralled by his sounds-- he was arguably one of the best synthesizer programmers of all time, not to mention using echo and similar processing on a par with Pink Floyd-- but it has slowly dawned on me how good his songs were as songs. I happened to mention "One of Our Submarines" to a friend of mine, and he told me that it was inspired in part by a distant relative of Dolby's who was a casualty in the Falklands...
One of our submarines is missing tonight Seems she ran aground on manoeuvres One of our submarines
A hungry heart To regulate their breathing One more night the Winter Boys are freezing in their spam tin The Baltic moon Along the northern seaboard And down below The Winter Boys are waiting for the storm
Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye Shallow water - channel and tide
And I can trace my history Down one generation to my home In one of our submarines One of our submarines
The red light flicker, sonar weak Air valves hissing open Half her pressure blown away Flounder in the ocean See the Winter Boys Drinking heavy water from a stone
Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye Shallow water - channel and tide Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye Tired illusion drown in the night
And I can trace my history Down one generation to my home In one of our submarines One of our submarines One of our submarines
One of our submarines is missing tonight Seems she ran aground on manoeuveres One of our submarines
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