I went looking for the lyrics to the Midlake song, "Some of them were Superstitious", hoping to make a point to a friend. I couldn't find them anywhere, so I transcribed the whole thing. I later decided it was too abstract for my audience, but rather than delete it, I provide it here, for you, whoever happens to come across it.
Some of them were superstitious sitting with their backs facing the orchard, all of them with mittens on their hands and feet were waiting there for the winter. Thousands on the freeze-rail I could never join them there. But then we dare not bother, but couldn't help but holler "Yeah".
There's no use in hiding the joy from the bright new sun. I could wait for winter, better if it never comes.
Some of them were superstitious watching them parade around the town square, some of them appraising monacled and simply 'cause they don't know better. Someone to protect them someone to keep track of them. Though I don't believe them, I would rather holler "Yeah".
There's no use in hiding the joy from the bright new sun. Now you say you're leaving but leaving will just bring you down.
Can you operate machines like that, miles a day on tough terrain and grass?
I'm not sure if we will meet again. I guess it depends on which company you're in.
And when you're gone, you're gone. So soon, so soon, so long. But life, it works for someone, and you're someone.