Under Perpetual Repair

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Concept of humanity living squashed together along highways like old Route 66. Massive tower blocks, filth and grime and the daily grind of life.
The story is about the human condition and one repair crew in particular..

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released February 19, 2017

All tracks are written, recorded, and produced by Ewen Allardyce & Pat Kilgore.
Big Label Sound Studios, Las Vegas for final mastering.

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BRIDGEHUNTER is Ewen Allardyce a singer living in Forfar, Scotland and Pat Kilgore a musician living in Tucson, Arizona. The album came about through a mutual love of Pink Floyd and missing those early concept albums, a chance listen on soundcloud and a whole album grew over the internet as the sounds took shape into the tracks featured here. ... more

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Track Name: Welcome to the Show
Welcome to the Show ...


Crowded along, the ancient highways.
Shoulder to shoulder, no room for my way.
Cheek to jowl … we move ever on.

I shade my eyes from the sun’s harsh rays,
I beheld its glory and shared its pain.
For I have bathed … in the falling acid rain.

People, we come and go, our life a peccadillo
People, we come and go, Hey! Welcome to the show ...

We’re governed from afar, by an unseen machine.
No one is troubled by, Lawmakers never seen.
Cheek to jowl … we move ever on.

Traveling The Road, both day and night.
Accident Free - the mantra of our life.
Cheek to jowl … we continue strive.

People … we come and go … our life a peccadillo
People … we come and go … Hey! Welcome to the show ...

Welcome to the show ...

Welcome to the show ...
Track Name: The Road
The Road …

All through the night, these arteries spread their light (spread their light, spread their light)
People moving from somewhere to everywhere (everywhere, everywhere)
and on the road, life moves ever on,
yeah, on the road, life moves ever on.

Check out the highways, so long with endless hope. (endless hope, endless hope)
No time for byways, keep on moving can you cope? (Can you cope? Can you cope?)
Watch your speed - stay on the limit …
Speed gun gits ya - you’ll be a big hit.

Blacktop glistens, Sixty-Six sings to you, (to you, to you)
White lines guiding, moving you right along, (right along, right along)
and on the road, life moves ever on,
yeah, on the road, life moves ever on ... and on, and on, and on, and on …

See that road, you travel every working day, (working day, working day)
It’s maybe renamed, but it’s still life, death and history, (history, history)
and on the road, life moves ever on,

yeah, on the road, lives move ever on ... and on the road, life moves ever on,
yeah, on the road, life moves ever on ... and on, and on, and on, and on …
Track Name: Mr. Representative Man
Mr. Representative Man

Firing up the old engine, once again
Hear that exhaust rumble, it’s my old friend
Wheels gently squeal as I pull away
I’m gonna win me,
I’m gonna win me that bonus - today.

I am a man on a mission, it’s what I say
I’m gotta blow the opposition, clean away.
I’m gonna be the very best, that I can,
I’m gonna be the very best, that I can,
Because I am, Mister Representative Man ...

And I need to pull these figures, around,
and I’ll be heading on up, corporate bound.
Need to pick up sales like nobody can
I need to win, oh I need to win ...
Need to win that bonus, to be your loving man.

I know the rules, how to make you my wife,
I gotta sell, sell, sell, like never before.
This pressure may lead, to the top floor
I simply have to be,
I simply have to be, a company whore … Well, here I go …

... Get outta the road, asshole …

Well, I’m a man on a mission, that’s what I say,
I’m gonna blow the opposition, clean away.
I’m gotta be the very best that I can,
Be the very best that I can …
Because I am Mister Representative man … oh yeah ...

I gotta sell, sell, sell … Like never before …
I’m gonna be the very best that I can …
be the very best that I can …
because I am, Mister Representative Man …
Track Name: Another Shift, Another Day
Another Shift, Another Day

Start up the engines boys, time to get to work ... Another shift, another day ...
C’mon, look lively lads, the boss is on the prowl ... same shit, another day ...

And no-one seems to care … as they go speeding by
Like obstacles in their way ... Sometimes feels like do or die … do or die ...

Get that digger moving, we’ve got time to make ... Another shift, another day ...
Lay the hot-top quickly, spread and filter swiftly ... Another shift, another day … Another shift, another day …

And no-one seems to care … as they go speeding by
Like obstacles in their way ... Sometimes feels like do or die … do or die …

C’mon, look lively lads, the boss, is on the prowl ... same shit, another day ...
Another shift, another day ...

No-one seems to care … as they go speeding by
Like obstacles in their way ... Sometimes feels like do or die ...

No-one seems to care … as they go speeding by
Like obstacles in their way ... Sometimes feels like do or die …

Do or die … Do or die … Do or die … Do or die … Do or die … Do or die …

Start up the engines boys, time to get to work ... Another shift, another day ...

Another shift, another day … another shift, another day ...
Track Name: Drink & Dirt
Drink & Dirt

Ah, here I go again, yes here I go again …

Well, here I go again, another night on the booze
One day I’ll think about what I got to lose
Ain’t gonna be tonight, ’cause I’m mining that seam
Trying to short out my mind with Good Ol’ Mister Beam.

Come the weekend and I add to my pay
Working overtime for half a day.
Then comes the night and boredom hails
And I’ll be drinking Bud and smoking coffin nails.

Tomorrow you’ll see, me, a different guy.
Might have a sorry head, probably a bleary eye.
I’ll be dressed in my yellow, gleaming like the sun.
Booted and suited, a road constructing son-of-a-gun.

And come the weekend and I’ll add to my pay,
By working overtime for half a day.
Then comes the night and boredom hails,
And I’ll be drinking Bud, smoking coffin nails.

Ah, here I go again, Oh, here I go again …

Don’t remember this, being one of my life’s goals,
Shoveling dirt, in and out of ditches and holes.
Yet here I am, sometimes working, dusk ‘till dawn.
Keeping you good folk a-moving, moving along.

And come the weekend and I add to my pay,
By working overtime for half a day.
Then comes the night and boredom hails ...
and I’ll be drinking Bud, smoking coffin nails.

Oh, here I go again …

Yes, here I go again …

Never seem to get too far …

a different night … same old bar …

Oh here I go again …
Track Name: Foreman Jack
Foreman Jack

Sitting alone, in this shitty old room,
I’m listening to some, sad ass old tune.
That’s playing on my radio, down by my bed.
And I’m thinking of things, better left unsaid.
You took my life, with my kids and my home,
And reduced me to this, a dog with no bone.
I’d give you a call, ah, just to tell you all this,
but I ain’t got no phone and you’d just take the piss.

I worked so very hard, to make us a life,
Yes, it took me away for weeks, and that’s why we strive.
I thought we had all the cards … so perfect us.
Then you asked me to leave, it was a busted flush.

I used to be called dad, a purpose I now lack.
Friends drifted away, they ain’t coming back.
So I work every day, a robot on track …
And my only designation, is Foreman Jack.

I used to be called dad, a purpose I now lack.
Friends drifted away, they ain’t coming back.
I work every day, a robot on track …
my only designation, is Foreman Jack.
Track Name: Freefall
Freefall

Rainfall … snowfall … pitfall … and I hit the wall
Rainfall … snowfall … freefall … and I hit the wall
Child’s call … mother’s call ... freefall and I hit the wall … then I hit the wall.

Please, won’t you help me? Please, won’t you help me?
Please, won’t you help me? Please, somebody help me.

Footfall … waterfall … freefall … then I hit the wall
Cash call … phone call … freefall … then I hit the wall
Rainfall … snowfall ... freefall and I’m doomed to fall …

Please, won’t you help me? Please, won’t you help me? … Please, somebody help me.
Please, won’t you help me? … Somebody help me.
Please, won’t you help me? … Won’t somebody help me?

I see … strange things … in my mind!

Oooohhhh … ooh … oohhh …

All day long, I hear your voice … All day long, I have no choice.
All day long, I hear your voice … All day long, there is no choice.

Rainfall … waterfall … Freefall … then I hit the wall.
Child’s call … mother’s call ... Freefall, then I hit the wall.
Rainfall … snowfall … Freefall … then I hit the wall.
Footfalll … waterfall … Freefall … then I hit the wall.
Track Name: Photographs
Photographs

I'm Sitting here looking at these, photographs,
triggering memories from my past.
The images are fixed and staring,
but, I can hear, every word they're saying.

Photos are old and sometimes cold,
all with their styles, faded and dated,
but in my mind, it's clear as day
they speak to me in a personal way. (Oh yeah)

and there's one of me and one of you,
one of us joined as if by glue,
and there's the kids, all bunched together,
smiling like everything, lasts forever.

I wish my mind would work like time,
and fade these memories, that are so unkind.
I torture myself for failings past,
I should move on, but somehow I can't.

and there's one of me and one of you,
one of us joined as if by glue,
and there's the kids all, bunched together,
smiling like everything, lasts forever.

I'm Sitting here looking at these photographs,
triggering memories from my past.
The images are fixed and staring,
but, I can hear every word they're saying.

Photos are old and sometimes cold,
all with their styles, faded and dated,

I'm Sitting here looking at these photographs,

These photographs …
Track Name: Hey Joe
Hey Joe ...

How can you be gone … you are taken way too young …
and you had so much to give … you hardly even begun to live.
I’m trying to understand, but answers are a desert land.
Hey Joe, you were fun to know … a damn shame that you had to go.

I’m standing bitchin’ at the moon … a bottle of Bud, in my hand,
I gotta stop acting insane … and get back into the game
and Life … well it ain’t so bad, but I dropped out and resisted,
I’m gonna climb out of this glass, where my mind’s been twisted.

Hey Joe, I saw your missus, she is missing your love and kisses
I got no more to say … I’m gonna call this another day.
you made me see for that I wish you well … hey Joe, you broke the spell, and I’m busting out of this shell of a … self-pitying Hell.

All that’s left is this bunch of misfits
We’re left behind where nothing really fits
and we’re yapping ’bout nothin’ just that crazy bunch of schizos
It’s ah, drains, diggers, ditches, Jack, nails and bitches
we sure miss your humour, you kept us in stitches,
yeah life’s just deals another series … of hitches.

Hey, Joe … Hey, Joe …

Hey Joe ... I gotta let you go … you young … so and so,
drains, diggers, ditches … Jack, nails and bitches.

No more for you, Joe, no more let’s go ...
Oh, I miss your humour … kept me in stitches,
life just deals … a series … of hitches.

Hey, Joe … Hey, Joe … Hey, Joe … are you listening, Joe?
Hey, Joe … Hey, Joe … man, I just miss you so …
Hey, Joe … Hey, Joe … aahhh, hey, Joe …

drains, diggers, and ditches … Jack, nails and bitches …
drains, diggers, and ditches … Jack, nails and bitches …
drains, diggers, and ditches … Jack, nails and bitches …

Cheers, Joe … I gotta go ...
Track Name: Welcome to the Modern Age
Welcome to the Modern Age

Joe has gone and somehow, the scales have fallen from my eyes.
Oh, I can smell our humanity … as I go strolling by.
Drug dealers selling, technicolour dreams
How did I never, see it as it seems?
The building soaring oh, so high,
blocking the hope from the small sky.

Is this really mankind’s time …
did our past really commit this crime.

Welcome to the modern age,
the age of the crowded thoroughfare.

Welcome to this modern age, where no-one really cares.
The rising buildings of deceit, they contain so much more.
Straddling the road like a disease,
The Road flowing like an open sore.

I look around with wide eyes, Yes a wider and open stare.
Walking along a dirty street, there’s rubbish lying everywhere.
Kids playing soccer, rats at their feet,
the little bodies lying in the gutter.

Is this really mankind’s time …
did our past really commit this crime.

Welcome to the modern age,
the age of the crowded thoroughfare.

Welcome to this modern age,
where no-one really cares.
The rising buildings of deceit,
they contain so much more.
Straddling the road like a disease,
The Road flowing like an open sore. Oh, we deserve so much more.

Begging for a dime, to just get by,
Begging for a dime, trying not to cry.
Begging for a life, in this pig sty,
Begging for a chance, to see open sky …

Welcome to the modern age,
the age of the crowded thoroughfare.
Welcome to the modern age,
where no-one really cares.
The rising buildings of deceit,
containing, so much more.
Straddle the road like a disease,
The Road flowing like an open sore …
I think we deserve more … I think we deserve more …
Track Name: Under Perpetual Repair
Under Perpetual Repair

Can hardly believe the twists and turns of life
I’m thinking of, how fragile we all are.
How can we be here, but in an instant gone,
It’s somehow strange, but when you’re done,
you’re done.

I lost a friend but it’s given me some time.
To take a look around, take stock of what is mine,
and I see, my kids not by my side,
but I’ll always be, their father and their guide.

In the wee small hours, when we are all asleep, Oh! may your faith reach out, in its grasp to keep.
Oh, I’m not asking much, you know I never pray,
Oh, Keep us safe, keep us safe another day.

With eyes wide open, for the first time in an age.
I can let go of this, pity and this rage.
Life is life, under perpetual repair,
and I can smile, at last I feel I care.

And in the wee small hours, when we are all asleep,
May your faith reach out, in its grasp to keep.
For I’m not asking much, you know I never pray,
Oh, keep us safe, keep us safe another day.

And in the wee small hours, when we are all asleep,

May your faith reach out, in its grasp to keep.
For I’m not asking much, you know I never pray,
Ah, keep us safe, keep us safe another day.

I Can hardly believe the twists and turns of life …

of life ... of life ... of life ... of life ... of life ...
Track Name: There is Always Hope
There Is Always Hope ...

Taken too long to clear the grit … from my eyes,
The Road witnessed my … journey of sighs,
I spent way too long in the bottom of a glass.
Yes, I crashed and burned, was wasted and alone,
and all I had to do was reach out for the phone,
I lost too much time, allowed so much to pass.

Yeah, oh yeah …

And here am I, standing without you.
Yes, here am I, moving forward, once again,
and here am I, and I can cope,
there is always hope … there is always hope.

And now that I know the time is right, for me to move it on.
Finally my journey, feels like, it has begun,
no more heavy heart, my memories will light my way.

The Road will be here … long after we’re all gone,
we’ve had ups and downs, but we’ve all moved along,
and the sun is rising … and it’s a brand new day.

Yeah, yeah …

And here am I, standing, without you,
and, here am I, moving forward once again.

Here am I, oh, I can cope,
there is always hope … there is always hope.

Here am I, standing without you,

Oh, here am I, and I can cope.

Yes, here am I … there is always hope.