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Another request: Murray Gold’s amazing “This is Gallifrey: Our Childhood, Our Home.”
Plus original lyrics, written with the dynamic between the Doctor and Master in mind. Took a couple of liberties with the melody as well, ‘cause it’s kind of impossible to do “epic” on the acoustic guitar. Enjoy!Our Childhood, Our Home (“This is Gallifrey”)
Breathe me in, my friend.
Taste it, it’s ancient.
Everything goes down,
I get it, I get it.
Devil’s got the bones I planted
Wish granted
Our hands drenched in dirty answers
And cancers
I say now’s the time to open up our candlelight
Spark it open, burst it out of inside into daylight.
We shone in a war and licked them all to hell
And I can speak just for myself, but I missed you
I missed you well.
Fields of fists and feathers scattered,
Doesn’t matter.
I still soak the skin of gods
In tatters.
Here the drums, my friend, and think of
A martyr.
Black was in my brain, my step
Unchartered.
I say now’s the time to open up our candlelight
Spark it open, burst it out of inside into daylight.
We shone in a war and licked them all to hell
And I can speak just for myself, but I missed you…
I say now’s the time to open up our candlelight
Spark it open, burst it out of inside into daylight.
We shone in a war and licked them all to hell
And I can speak just for myself, but I missed you
I missed you well.
