- published: 26 Feb 2009
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Orbital are a British electronic dance music duo from Sevenoaks, England consisting of brothers Phil and Paul Hartnoll. Their career initially ran from 1989 until 2004, but in 2009 they announced that they would be reforming and headlining The Big Chill, in addition to a number of other live shows in 2009. The band's name was taken from Greater London's orbital motorway, the M25, which was central to the early rave scene and party network in the South East during the early days of acid house. One of the biggest names in British electronica during the 1990s, Orbital were both critically and commercially successful, and known particularly for their element of live improvisation during shows, a rarity among techno acts. They were initially influenced by early electro and punk rock.
In 1989 Orbital recorded "Chime" on their father's cassette deck, which they released on Oh Zone Records in December 1989, and then re-released on FFRR Records a few months later. The track became a rave anthem, reaching number 17 in the UK charts and earning them an appearance on Top of the Pops, during which they wore anti-Poll Tax t-shirts. A few singles and EPs followed, and their first self-titled album, a collection of tracks recorded at various times, was released in late 1991.
For the lies I've sworn to be true
For the endless nights I thoguht I'd hold as treasure
For all treason and indifference
For your suffering - your one and only refuge
There's just this one thing to say...
All the pain in the world is for you!
All you have earned
Will teach you nothing
About true possessions
You never owned
You only borrowed
What still is mine!
Blend it all
Curse it all
Blame it all - on me
Take it all
Fake it all
Strip it of me!
You can laugh or cry or bleed or die
It won't realy change a thing - the pain is yours
You can't summon what you've killed so many years ago
Better cry for what you'll miss for many years to come
You can't change the course of pain - it's orbit of
hate
You can't change the course of pain exit me, enter you
I'am the black on your hard bruised face
I'am the black on your dead tired bones
I'am the meaning of all that brings you pain
I'am nothing more than what you deserve
Final act to your morbid play
All the pain in the world is for you
All you have earned
Will teach you nothing
About true possessions
You never owned
You only borrowed
What still is mine!