Killers - Spaceman - Four Winds - Ltd Ed - Picture Disc - Indie Rock - 12
12"

The Killers - Spaceman

Label: Island
Catalog#: B0012760-11
Format: Vinyl, 12", Picture Disc, Limited Edition
Condition: NEW sealed Picture Disc

Country: US
Released: 2009
Genre: Rock
Style: Alternative Rock, Indie Rock

Credits: Engineer - Robert Root
Engineer [Additional] - Ted Sablay
Mixed By - Stuart Price
Mixed By [Assistant] - Alex Dromgoole, Dave Emery
Producer - Killers, The , Stuart Price
Written-By - Killers, The
Notes: (P) & (C) 2008 Island Def Jam Music Group. The copyright in this recording is owned by The Island Def Jam Music Group under exclusive licence to Mercury Records Limited, a Universal Music company.
BIEM / SABAM



Tracklisting:
A Spaceman

B Four Winds


The Killers - Spaceman (Unofficial Music Video) set to the film V For Vendetta




The Killers cover Bright Eyes!
The B side to Spaceman.

Lyrics:
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four Winds blowing through her hair

But when Great Satan's gone... the Whore of Babylon...
She just can't sustain the pressure will displace
She caves

The Bible's blind. The Torah's deaf. The Qu'ran is mute.
If you burned them all together youd get close to the truth
Still theyre pouring over sanskrit under Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen the sun
Cast on a school and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four Winds cry until it comes

It's the Sum of Man slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks. It breaks. It breaks.

Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"
And now its off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East
I buried my ballast. I made my peace.

Heard Four Winds leveling the pines

But when Great Satan's gone, the Whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that outer space
She breaks. She breaks. She caves. She caves