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The air vents are humming away
I take a deep breath
Cast in the light of the day,
There’s not much light left.
Oh it’s getting dark out here
The planet earth shines bright and clear
But they’re behind the screen and I can’t look away too long

Skymining…skymining.

I’m watching a tropical storm
It’s heading on south
Three hundred and two days I’m gone
I open my mouth, but there's nothing left to say,
It wouldn’t matter anyway.
So I go back to ruminating reasons that I’m wrong

When I’m skymining
Thousand miles away from the arms of anyone
Skymining
Nothing in my eyes but light from long dead suns.

Long dead suns…
Nothing in my eyes.
So are you having fun?
Never a surprise…
(Hands up, Father Time
I’ve no safety line.
Hands up, Father Time
You were never mine)

The air vents are humming a hymn
I turn off the light
My station, it tumbles and spins
Forward on into night
And when tomorrow’s here
I’ll wake to sunlight bright and clear
I’ll breathe the air and gaze upon the world

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from Murphy's Law, released September 12, 2021

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Fin's Contingency Plan Brisbane, Australia

Much-loved genres collide to form something unbearable. Fin Nicol-Taylor leads a grubby troupe of assorted musically-literate mercenaries to fight the evil forces of good taste and restraint. Fin's Contingency Plan creates music for the new modern age.

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