|Vocals, Acoustic Guitar:||Frank Turner|
I've heard it said the trick is to set your watch when you hit the plane, and that way you can trick the workings of a tired brain. But sometimes I feel sick, sometimes I just feel so drained, and cut down to the quick, longing for that voice again. On the phone, you always ask if I'm OK, but it's not the same as being happy.
Airports make me sad - I'm sure they shouldn't all be the same, but they're just landing pads for boring tourist shopping chains. I think of times we had, drinking while we wait for your plane, and feeling kind of bad, and wondering which one of us has changed.
Because we used to be slick, WITH supple young hips, romantic young kissable lips, Unbearably sharp unbreakable heart, wide eyes and faith that life could never pull us apart if we were OK... But distance kills the best intentions.
I travelled 40,000 miles last year and I'm working on the same again. I fell for 15 different girls and nearly lost all of my friends. And though I'm jet-set jet-lag jaded, you're always sixteen hours ahead, quietly reminding me how I used to be. I used to be slick.
Singer-songwriter Frank Turner has had an extraordinary two-years in his native England. Heralded as "The people's prince of punk poetry" by the NME, he has …