• Uncle Jack - Big Big Train
• The Underfall Yard - Big Big Train
• The First Rebreather - Big Big Train
• Summer's Lease - Big Big Train
• Pick Up If You're There - Big Big Train
• Perfect Cosmic Storm - Big Big Train
• Judas Unrepentant - Big Big Train

Uncle Jack knows
A song of the hedgerows
The tilt of the earth
Makes the sun high
In the bright summer sky
Intensity of light
The earth turns around the sun
Spinning around the sun
Uncle Jack knows
A song of the hedgerows
Yes he does
Uncle Jackdaw
You see he's heard it all before
Ancient and reborn
The flowers and the leaves
The birds and the seeds
The flowers draw the bees
And just after three
Evergreen and a mug of tea
Dog and master sound asleep
Uncle Jack knows
A song of the hedgerows
Don't you know
The hawthorn, blackthorn, hazel
Hedgerow
Oh Oh
Rose Hips,
Haw Berries
Hedgerow
Dry Stone
Dog Rose
Honeysuckle
Blackbirds
Red Wing
Song Thrush
Yellowhammer
Lacewings
Ladybirds
Fox Earths
Rabbit Warrens
Badger's Sets
Partridge Nests
Rose Hips
Haw Berries
Hedgerow
Dry Stone
Dog Rose
Honeysuckle
Blackbirds
Red Wing
Song Thrush
Yellowhammer
Lacewings
Ladybirds
Uncle Jack knows

Steel in the skies and the road,
somehow travelling far.
Chasing a dream of the west
made with iron and stone.
These are old hills that stand in the way
breaking the line.
It came out of the storm,
out of the sea
to the permanent way
Using just available light,
he could still see far.
Deep in the heart of the land
breaking through the old stone.
Chasing the trail of the water
down through underground streams.
Working the way through the valleys and fields,
grass grown hills and stone.
Parting the land
with the mark of man,
the permanent way,
Using just available light,
he could still see far skies,
deep time.
These are old places stood in the way.
Low cloud comes to ground.
The grey and the green and the bold and the brave
on the permanent way.
Using just available light,
he could still see far.
Using just available light,
he could still see far.
Twelve stones from the water
continents apart
the clouds are gathering again,
filling up the sky,
it rains on England.
Roofless engine houses
distant hills like bookends
frame electrical storms
moving out to sea
away from England.
Those days have gone, those days...
Those days have gone,
their names are lost
the stories left untold.
Under an ordinary star
we are just moments of time,
it is the end of the line
this place is worked out.
Those days have gone.
their names are lost
the stories left untold.
A faultline opens in the ground
waves make their way to the shore,
this is the end of the line,
time worn and broken.
These things have faded with the light
few know the stories now,
this is the end of the line,
time worn and broken.
Under steel grey skies
he is drawn across the river.
No bands played,
there was no sound.
A sunray met the dark
of the fuller's earth.
It is gone now.
It is over.
All good things and everything...
this used to be a railway town
now we're travelling without knowing,
without meaning.
Light bleeds from the world,
Starcross, the Underfall Yard,
the iron and the stone is broken,
the dream of the Western mind,
searching for reason
is gone now.
These are old places stood in the way,
grass grown hills and stone.
Parting the land
with the mark of man,
the permanent way,
Using just available light,

In a place where the river banks draw near
Men work a heading to the west.
Where streams like giants' fingers close
From the hills to the emptiness beneath,
To the depths of the mere.
Morning light, midwinter sun
Underneath; the river song.
In a place where the river banks draw close
Men break stone to make new ground.
Light and air are hard down deep to find
Engines work to hold the water back
To the edge of the mere.
'Run boys run toward the light;
The river's in, the tunnel's in';
Here she comes
The sleeper wakes,
Ten thousand years
She lay in wait for this.
Every night their dreams were filled
With the fear of the river breaking in.
But this was not a river god,
This was something rising from the deep,
From the depths of the mere.
'Run boys run make for the light,
Save yourselves, the tunnel's in.'
Here he comes
The first rebreather,
Like a mummer,
Like a souler
(Come to save them.)
Rising up to the height of the river
At flood tide.
Engines fail, lost to the water
As silence falls.
This man will walk into darkness,
One foot in front of the other,
Into the unsounded depths
Of the heading;
Into the fifth circle of hell,
With no light to lead him home,
Man is all alone at the end.
This man will walk into darkness
Without fear of what lurks in the shadows.
Watching the surface grow quite still,
Waiting for hope at the ninth hour,
Man all alone in the darkness.

Winter falls too early,
there's love amongst the pain
laughter with the rain.
Stars may fade to nothing
or carve out a space
on the skyline
in our hearts.
Where did you come from
where will you go to?
Don't go away.
Signals fail
a moment of time,
lost, home,
salt water, silence.
Where did you come from
where will you go to?
Don't go away.
Music by Gregory Spawton and Andy Poole
Words by Gregory Spawton
Performed by:
Sean Filkins Vocals
Steve Hughes Drums
Becca King Viola
Andy Poole Bass
Gregory Spawton Guitars, keyboards

Pick Up if You're There
Draw close and listen up
these words may never reach you,
it doesn't matter it's the road you're on.
We climbed up on a hill
to see a little further
down below a mist hung over the fields.
And the stars are falling away
like raindrops on glass,
further apart,
slowly spinning dark.
These words may never reach you,
it doesn't matter it's the road you're on.
They wanted to go into the field
they wanted to go into the mist
sometimes it's better looking from the outside in.
We're falling to dust
like a butterfly in a rainstorm,
broken kid's heart
slowly spinning dark.
The drawing down of finished things,
you can almost taste the pain
you can almost touch it
- pick up if you're there.
Look for the cranes along the skyline
you will find the open sea
breaking waves along the shore
pebbles scattered on a beach.
There's a star for everyone
look out for mine and hold on.
There's a star for everyone
too many fall, too many fade.
One by one the signal's fail
the sky is full of comets' tails
- pick up if you're there,
Music by Gregory Spawton, Andy Poole and Sean Filkins
Words by Gregory Spawton
Performed by:
Nick D'Virgilio Drums
Sean Filkins Vocals
Becca King Viola
Gregory Spawton Guitars, keyboards, vocals
Pete Trewavas Bass

Signals go to ground...
For me there is no hope at all.
I speak of every day of my life,
I speak of being alone.
Stars burn through the coins on my eyes.
One last look around the house before it blows
before I go to ground.
The Difference Machine flies,
you can see stars right through it
your mum or your dad or your kids
or the love of your life
bring light to the dark spaces between us.
Stars burn through the coins on my eyes.
Signals go to ground,
distant empty space.
Take on the skyline, take on the deserts,
one more time, one last time.
The Difference Machine flies,
you can see stars right through us.
Music and words by Gregory Spawton
Performed by:
Nick D'Virgilio Drums, vocals
Sean Filkins Vocals
Becca King Viola
Dave Meros Bass
Gregory Spawton Guitars, keyboards, vocals

Venetian expertise
Inspired by Titian
Which he modified
Fine tuned along dutch lines
He's painting revenge
Embittered by lack of success
With signature techniques
Attention to details
And fine tell tale brushstrokes
Of badger and sable
Expressing contempt
For greedy dealers
Getting rich
At the artist's expense
Infamous forger and restorer
Judas Unrepentant
Branded a charming old lovable rogue
Judas Unrepentant
Judas Unrepentant
Judas!
His time bombs are in place
And anachronisms
Clues pointing to the truth
If ever they are X-rayed
Wrote legends in lead white
To trick the experts
And hoodwink
Hoodwink the trained eye
Infamous forger and restorer
Judas Unrepentant
Branded a charming old lovable rogue
Judas Unrepentant
Judas Unrepentant
Judas Unrepentant
Establishing provenance
Acquiring old frames with Christies numbers
Then paints a picture in the same style
Specialising in minor works by major artists
All rise
Thirteen watercolours by Samuel Palmer
Have proven to be his undoing
And so he confesses then he is arrested
Charged him with conspiracy to defraud
Years of chain smoking and breathing in fumes from restorations
The stress of the court case had taken it's toll
His trial was halted due to I'll health
So now we can all buy
Real genuine fakes
That's posthumous fame
It's always the same
Infamous forger and restorer
Judas Unrepentant
Branded a charming old lovable rogue
Judas Unrepentant
Feeling like Robin Hood
Just as good
As Rembrandt or Titian
Judas Unrepentant
Judas Unrepentant