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Published on Aug 21, 2006
promo video from the single release in 1989
One man drills a powder hole, the colour of a bruise One man blows the bugle and another one lights the fuse Blow up! Pick and shovel it! Carry the earth away Brains and brawn with hammers drawn blasting through the clay
Rain is the cold Steam is the burn Speed is the way the world turns round
Draughtsmen and surveyors work at pegging out the shaft Ten of us to breathe the dust, ten to do the graft Underneath the Pennine range the bodies lie in racks Forty miles of steel and tile follow in their tracks
Some men build a monument Some men build a tomb Some men move the world around To give them breathing room And some men build a statue Of Isambard Brunel Some men carve a tunnel into hell
Soon they'll build a tunnel under England through to France Will it make the tide run quicker; will the flow of trade advance? Underneath the ocean there is limestone, chalk and sand But coming up through the virgin rock will be the human hand