| Song | The Full Gamut |
| Artist | The Tangent |
| Album | Not As Good As The Book |
| 1. The D599 – Dusk | |
| Lying on our backs, | |
| On the cooling tarmac of a country road, we watched the stars, | |
| We watched them fall. | |
| And you made 36, I got as far as 49, before we laughed aloud | |
| Raced back to the house again, | |
| With no idea at all... | |
| ... of our own position in infinity | |
| Beware of the promises of songs | |
| When you know the road ahead can be so long, | |
| As we watched the stars that night | |
| We had no more idea of our plight, | |
| Than an earthworm beneath the tripod | |
| Of the surveyor's theodolite | |
| 2. Gothenburg | |
| I'm standing on a stage in Sweden in the rain | |
| But only see the sunlight from your face | |
| It illuminates the faces that smile back from the crowd | |
| We create the time, but you create the place | |
| And the curtains are closing on this act of the play | |
| Tomorrow it seems will be a different kind of day | |
| Stay with me a while! — let me live this moment once or twice | |
| Freeze Frame! — Magnify! — Do I see trouble in your eyes? | |
| Have I just borne witness to the scars that you bear, | |
| From my own pursuit of dreams that perhaps we don't share? | |
| “Talk to me a while”, I'd plead, knowing all was said and done, | |
| And that words alone can't change things, Not when the fighting's already begun, | |
| We had a Utopian postcode and a Nirvanan phone, | |
| But no-one was calling and we were left alone | |
| Lying on our backs, | |
| On the cooling tarmac of a country road, we watched the stars, | |
| We watched them fall. | |
| Lying to ourselves | |
| In the quiet slumber of a foreign town | |
| We let it slide | |
| With no idea at all.... | |
| .... of our own position in infinity | |
| Oh beware of the promises of songs | |
| When the road ahead can be so long | |
| For constructed poetic verse, | |
| No matter how well-rehearsed | |
| Can't fill in all the cavities | |
| In the mouth that formed the curse | |
| 3. Last Tango | |
| 4. Studio Tan | |
| There's a kind of comfort in the whirring of a fan, | |
| The dimmed studio lights and turning counters. | |
| The soundproofing a barrier to the hostile world outside, | |
| It can carry on without us | |
| But out there it's changing by the instant | |
| And I'm in here on my own. | |
| I kid myself that you are in here with me, | |
| And you're speaking through me now, | |
| That everything I do in here's for “US” not just for me | |
| but I never could quite explain how | |
| The room is empty,, or, the room is full | |
| Inspiration comes and goes.... but | |
| In the end we became each others tea-break | |
| Togetherness was just supposed. | |
| And inside I just never could see that | |
| But out here it just seems so clear. | |
| 5. Not A Drill - A storm in the mountains of Cantal | |
| We've had so much of trading insults | |
| Oaths and vows are useless, like before | |
| Petty thoughts and skeletons in closets | |
| Are lying all across our wooden floor | |
| And nothing we believe is sacred in our massive quest to hurt. | |
| Everything we're good at is in question | |
| Everything we've achieved is in the mire | |
| And all we have is bile and sick, the ending just can't come too quick | |
| All that we've created has to die | |
| We rip ourselves apart and fall asleep exhausted by the strain | |
| This is not a rehearsal | |
| This is not a drill | |
| Madness rides tonight, banners flying | |
| And it's for real | |
| They get stronger, while we get weaker... and no-one cares | |
| 6. Southend On Sea | |
| I'm standing on a stage in England, blinded by the lights | |
| Hard to even know you're there, | |
| But inside I know the switches have been thrown in your mind | |
| just a question of when and where | |
| And all of these years I took for granted, | |
| come on back now and whisper in my ears... | |
| “I never thought twice..... | |
| as blind as three mice” | |
| But I never thought I'd be alone | |
| 7. The A1 North of Paris | |
| It's time to bring the curtain down, | |
| Time to say our final words, | |
| I can feel it in my bones | |
| I can feel it in my water | |
| Traffic jams and French landscape flash by | |
| Lost in a blur of deja vu | |
| Still, I can't keep my fingers off | |
| the self destruction buttons | |
| And suddenly... it's happening! | |
| I'm sliding into the void I built with you | |
| My lifetime ahead is slipping away | |
| My fingers are clawing but nothing seems any use | |
| What we set in gear has meshed at last | |
| Question marks hover over our past | |
| like barrage balloons that wait over some | |
| defended... terrified city | |
| But through it all, I Love You still, | |
| Yet only find spiteful, hurtful things to say, | |
| We take the vow, we make the dive | |
| and head for the exit without even knowing the way | |
| 8. Four Last Days | |
| And the water turns to wine | |
| And the wine turns into pills | |
| And the pills turn into games | |
| But the games are just cheap thrills | |
| Beware of the promises of songs | |
| When you know the road ahead can be so long, | |
| And all my anger cannot move | |
| Or even seek to disprove, | |
| The need I have inside me, | |
| For the love I lost, which can never be removed | |
| 9. The D599 and the A61 (Dusk) | |
| Lying on our backs | |
| A Thousand miles apart | |
| At whatever moment | |
| With synchronised hearts | |
| We'll watch the stars | |
| we'll watch them fall | |
| And from whatever country it's still the same milky way | |
| And I only can dream that maybe some day | |
| We'll meet again |
| 1. The D599 Dusk | |
| Lying on our backs, | |
| On the cooling tarmac of a country road, we watched the stars, | |
| We watched them fall. | |
| And you made 36, I got as far as 49, before we laughed aloud | |
| Raced back to the house again, | |
| With no idea at all... | |
| ... of our own position in infinity | |
| Beware of the promises of songs | |
| When you know the road ahead can be so long, | |
| As we watched the stars that night | |
| We had no more idea of our plight, | |
| Than an earthworm beneath the tripod | |
| Of the surveyor' s theodolite | |
| 2. Gothenburg | |
| I' m standing on a stage in Sweden in the rain | |
| But only see the sunlight from your face | |
| It illuminates the faces that smile back from the crowd | |
| We create the time, but you create the place | |
| And the curtains are closing on this act of the play | |
| Tomorrow it seems will be a different kind of day | |
| Stay with me a while! let me live this moment once or twice | |
| Freeze Frame! Magnify! Do I see trouble in your eyes? | |
| Have I just borne witness to the scars that you bear, | |
| From my own pursuit of dreams that perhaps we don' t share? | |
| " Talk to me a while", I' d plead, knowing all was said and done, | |
| And that words alone can' t change things, Not when the fighting' s already begun, | |
| We had a Utopian postcode and a Nirvanan phone, | |
| But noone was calling and we were left alone | |
| Lying on our backs, | |
| On the cooling tarmac of a country road, we watched the stars, | |
| We watched them fall. | |
| Lying to ourselves | |
| In the quiet slumber of a foreign town | |
| We let it slide | |
| With no idea at all.... | |
| .... of our own position in infinity | |
| Oh beware of the promises of songs | |
| When the road ahead can be so long | |
| For constructed poetic verse, | |
| No matter how wellrehearsed | |
| Can' t fill in all the cavities | |
| In the mouth that formed the curse | |
| 3. Last Tango | |
| 4. Studio Tan | |
| There' s a kind of comfort in the whirring of a fan, | |
| The dimmed studio lights and turning counters. | |
| The soundproofing a barrier to the hostile world outside, | |
| It can carry on without us | |
| But out there it' s changing by the instant | |
| And I' m in here on my own. | |
| I kid myself that you are in here with me, | |
| And you' re speaking through me now, | |
| That everything I do in here' s for " US" not just for me | |
| but I never could quite explain how | |
| The room is empty,, or, the room is full | |
| Inspiration comes and goes.... but | |
| In the end we became each others teabreak | |
| Togetherness was just supposed. | |
| And inside I just never could see that | |
| But out here it just seems so clear. | |
| 5. Not A Drill A storm in the mountains of Cantal | |
| We' ve had so much of trading insults | |
| Oaths and vows are useless, like before | |
| Petty thoughts and skeletons in closets | |
| Are lying all across our wooden floor | |
| And nothing we believe is sacred in our massive quest to hurt. | |
| Everything we' re good at is in question | |
| Everything we' ve achieved is in the mire | |
| And all we have is bile and sick, the ending just can' t come too quick | |
| All that we' ve created has to die | |
| We rip ourselves apart and fall asleep exhausted by the strain | |
| This is not a rehearsal | |
| This is not a drill | |
| Madness rides tonight, banners flying | |
| And it' s for real | |
| They get stronger, while we get weaker... and noone cares | |
| 6. Southend On Sea | |
| I' m standing on a stage in England, blinded by the lights | |
| Hard to even know you' re there, | |
| But inside I know the switches have been thrown in your mind | |
| just a question of when and where | |
| And all of these years I took for granted, | |
| come on back now and whisper in my ears... | |
| " I never thought twice..... | |
| as blind as three mice" | |
| But I never thought I' d be alone | |
| 7. The A1 North of Paris | |
| It' s time to bring the curtain down, | |
| Time to say our final words, | |
| I can feel it in my bones | |
| I can feel it in my water | |
| Traffic jams and French landscape flash by | |
| Lost in a blur of deja vu | |
| Still, I can' t keep my fingers off | |
| the self destruction buttons | |
| And suddenly... it' s happening! | |
| I' m sliding into the void I built with you | |
| My lifetime ahead is slipping away | |
| My fingers are clawing but nothing seems any use | |
| What we set in gear has meshed at last | |
| Question marks hover over our past | |
| like barrage balloons that wait over some | |
| defended... terrified city | |
| But through it all, I Love You still, | |
| Yet only find spiteful, hurtful things to say, | |
| We take the vow, we make the dive | |
| and head for the exit without even knowing the way | |
| 8. Four Last Days | |
| And the water turns to wine | |
| And the wine turns into pills | |
| And the pills turn into games | |
| But the games are just cheap thrills | |
| Beware of the promises of songs | |
| When you know the road ahead can be so long, | |
| And all my anger cannot move | |
| Or even seek to disprove, | |
| The need I have inside me, | |
| For the love I lost, which can never be removed | |
| 9. The D599 and the A61 Dusk | |
| Lying on our backs | |
| A Thousand miles apart | |
| At whatever moment | |
| With synchronised hearts | |
| We' ll watch the stars | |
| we' ll watch them fall | |
| And from whatever country it' s still the same milky way | |
| And I only can dream that maybe some day | |
| We' ll meet again |