(05:11) A complex, layered song that keeps getting higher and deeper until the delightfully trippy "spaced-out" ending.
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Thomas wrote the basic instrumental tracks for this song about a year ago and it has evolved over time into one of our most complex songs. Cynthia chose the theme of the lyrics based on the "cosmopolitan" sound of the guitars in the chorus and wrote the vocal melody based on Thomas' lead guitar line in the verses. This song showcases Cynthia soaring in her upper range throughout the verses, contrasting nicely with Margaret's airy and melodic vocals in the choruses. Margaret's bass playing and overall musicianship--especially in the keyboard and guitar solos toward the end of the song--bring it all to a whole new level, as do the sampled satellite transmissions. A conceptual piece that keeps getting higher and deeper until the delightfully trippy "spaced-out" ending.
Shuttled through narrow gaps
All these walls line our trap
Brick and steel glass concrete
No more field, and no more tree
Babel Babel rising cleaves the air
Babel Babel winding climbs the stair
Baby baby listen can't you hear?
Babble babble is the language here
Windows stack ladder lines
In between the gutters climb
Edges cut, corners meet
Angles tear at the angel's wings
High above checkered streets
Pitch the roof at the peak
Pigeon coo, patch of blue
Pinhole sun in a penthouse room
Babel Babel rising cleaves the air
Babel Babel winding climbs the stair
Baby baby listen can't you hear?
Babble babble braying in my ears
Higher still, raise the cranes
Lift us up beyond our fate
Kiss the mouth of heaven's bell
From the pinnacles of hell
One more floor, two more feet
Always just out of reach
One more brick, almost there
Vanish in the thinning air
Babel Babel rising cleaves the air
Babel Babel winding climbs the stair
Baby baby listen can't you hear?
Babble babble fills the atmosphere
Babel Babel rising cleaves the air
Babel Babel winding climbs the stair
Baby baby listen can't you hear?
Babble babble echoes everywhere
Lyrics (c) 2003 Cynthia Conrad and Margaret Browning