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The Border
112
Rock
The Border was released on August 22, 1989 by Craft Recordings as a part of the album Bankstatement
album cover
Release DateAugust 22, 1989
LabelCraft Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM122

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tony Banks
Tony Banks
Keyboards, Synthesizer
Steve Hillage
Steve Hillage
Guitar
Alistair Gordon
Alistair Gordon
Background Vocals, Vocals
Jayney Klimek
Jayney Klimek
Background Vocals
Geoff Dugmore
Geoff Dugmore
Drums
Dick Nolan
Dick Nolan
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Banks
Tony Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Banks
Tony Banks
Producer
Geoff Callingham
Geoff Callingham
Assistant Recording Engineer, Assistant Engineer
Mike Bowen
Mike Bowen
Assistant Recording Engineer, Assistant Engineer
John Gallen
John Gallen
Assistant Engineer, Assistant Recording Engineer
Simon Osborne
Simon Osborne
Assistant Engineer, Assistant Recording Engineer
Hugo Nicolson
Hugo Nicolson
Assistant Engineer, Assistant Recording Engineer
Andy Mason
Andy Mason
Assistant Recording Engineer, Assistant Engineer
Paul "Croydon" Cook
Paul "Croydon" Cook
Assistant Recording Engineer, Assistant Engineer
Steve Chase
Steve Chase
Recording Engineer
Steve Hillage
Steve Hillage
Producer

Lyrics

Dry forever
The sun blinds off the whitewashed wall
Unbelieving
She looks up from the unscripted floor
You don't have to go
You don't have to tell me
All that talk of lofty causes
Wrapped in foolish pride
That's a lie
You don't have to tell me
I don't wanna hear
How wisdom walks beside you
Or how God is inside you
Again
No wire marks the border
No fence or wall
No time breaks this horizon
Nothing at all
Dust surrounds her
The men go hungry for disaster
Only leave behind
The old and useless
And the broken that never will be mended
I don't wanna hear
You're captured by the madness
Of ideas long discredited
From other people's minds
They're all lies
You don't have to tell me
All that comes of this
Is poverty and hardship
Still you don't absorb a word
I say
But now there is a border
A line of blood
Now men patrol the border
But they're dead
Somewhere a bird is flying
Somewhere the wind is sighing
I hope it brings you comfort
'Cause it's really no good to me
This wind blows me down
And cuts me like a knife
And now the darkness
And coldness that freezes out illusion
Restores the picture
Gives back the pieces
And lays them on the empty floor
I don't want to hear
So you don't have to tell me
How you rewrite history
A little every day
'Til it's lies
That you don't have to tell me
I don't want to hear
How good it really has been
How wonderful the troubles we shared
No, I don't want to hear
So you don't have to tell me
I don't need your comfort
I just need your company
Written by: Tony Banks
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