Passenger, was a British alternative pop/rock/folk band that was established in 2003 inBrighton and Hove in England. It was fronted by vocalist Mike Rosenberg who was the main vocalist and songwriter of the band and by Andrew Phillips. Both were from Brighton. The band was at various times a quartet and a quintet.
The debut album Wicked Man’s Rest was released in 2007 on Chalkmark. All 11 tracks of the album were co-written by Andrew Phillips and Mike Rosenberg. Soon after the release of the album, the band broke up when Andrew Phillips left the formation in 2009.
“Let Her Go”
Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her goOnly know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her goStaring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last But dreams come slow and they go so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you’ll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies
But you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you let her go
Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart ‘Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
‘Cause you loved her too much
And you dived too deep
Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go
And you let her go
Well you let her go
‘Cause you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you let her go
‘Cause you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you let her go
Cold winter winds blow and this old house whistles
Snow tumbles from atop the willow trees
The earth quivers as the freeze runs deep in the ground
My heart beats strong, pumping blood to fight the sickness in my bones
The words of others help me find my own
Listening to music is research for a poet
An escape from thoughts often too frequent and heavy
A release of tremendous inertia leaned upon levy
There is no equation for determining when creativity will be begin to flow
The only certainty is once it begins — let it grow
Not for framing, critique, compliment or presentation
Or because your creation has taken an extended vacation
But because it is you in the purest form
Expression is the cologne you always refused to wear
It is the guitar that you never quite learned to play
It is the song that repeats over and over in your head because you were meant to hear it in a different way
Internalize it, and let it plant in your soul
Without proper love and attention even our gifts will begin to fade
A mastery of the self is how a navigational map of our dreams is made
Focus on the finite and find what is that keeps you up nights
Fly freely from your fright and don’t always hold on so tight
Be loose, be calm, be patient, and be open
Love is fruit from the tree made with magic, to be discouraged is human, to flee from its gifts — tragic
Take a taste if you are so lucky to find it
Share it with those you wish to share your love and they won’t mind it
Let us create for those who come tomorrow
It is time to pay our debts in gifts of positive expression for all that we have borrowed
We cannot continue to take, all the while be claiming a desire to make, the world a better place; smile where there was frown; equilibrium where lands continue to suffer upside-down
We believe we are better, but have you any proof?
Are you a beacon for good news?
Do you give more than you take?
If given three wishes, how many wishes would you waste?
Wish I will and wish I wont, for each other, for myself, for the sound of jubilation ringing on the collision of church bells
Throw your wishes in a well, if despite your wishes man still fell — from grace, toward haste, to a less decent place: because decency should be the beginning, not the end: the place from which we depart, not hope to someday arrive
And while we all wish for a kiss from a creator, lover, luster or pretty miss: good people suffer; grow weaker; lose hope; wither and die
But we’re all doing the best we can, or at least that’s what we say
I just hope your are: for your sake; for our sake
With our words we shape the world we live in
With our actions we provide a vehicle for words to either be reinforced or contradicted
With our kindness we learn a little about ourselves
With our bliss, a little more love seeps through the cracks that we may not ever know we miss
With attention even the details begin to be mentioned
With retention kind words and images begin movement of the heart and soul
With internal movement comes the chance to set that movement free
With freedom comes open eyes to see all that is great and desperate
With each other we have a chance to be better
When we are better, everyone is better
That is what we call, a win-win
I look around the world and everything and everyone is screaming to me that we need it.
Might I make magic with these fingers
So not these words but the weight they carry lingers
Belief cannot be beaten into with lessons nor lashes
Love for one another can be prescribed, but no drug fools the dormant heart inside
Meaning cannot be infused, just the way soulless men will never sing the blues
We pretend that we walk in other men’s shoes, but addiction knows only those who use
We’re different, me and you, but in that we’re the same
Wandering on this path of ours, wondering why it is we are both aided and antagonized by the sight of stars
Fleeing from the scars in our flesh
Holding our breath for what’s to come next
Hoping for love, settling with a smile
Discovering Eden — taking it for granted after a while
It must not be answers we seek
Surely only experience weakens our knees
On the tip of a tongue or a shooting star
In creation, destruction, victory and defeat
Healing and living together as one
The darkness I often speak of travels in plain sight of the sun
We cannot hide our shame in holes of doubt, and run
Experience awaits, but to it you must come
Filter the filthy and free the shackled
Find comfort in deep breath when your cage has been rattled
Bones may break and shatter, but spirit endures if you fixate on what matters
Great heights await but you will need a ladder
Climb at a pace that can be kept, stumbling is human, burning out — inept
Remember who it is you are, on this mission
Mindful of days passed, but open to potential in each waking vision
Climb with courage and be weary of sirens
Surely your ascension will warrant mention and naysayers will ensure
But like the blue in the sky, your heart is true, and legend will be told of the man that flew
Be scared, but not consumed by fear
Happiness should not be an illusion, be mindful of it, keep it near
Despite your dreams be mindful of progress
You will falter and regress but that much you ought expect
In the grand landscape of your experience, these tribulations are but a spec
If you have been overtaken by fear and doubt this is a summons for you to resurrect
Be reborn into the light, and paint the sky with shining stars for those lost in the darkness nights
“keya keya sorya douse ne,
keya keya sorya douse dame da.
yamerarenai yamerarenai.
douse damedakedo yamerarenai ne”
“keya keya sorya douse ne,
keya keya sorya douse dame da.
taerarenai taerarenai,
douse dame da kedo taerarenai ne”
(in Japanese,
“douse dame da” means “probably impossible”
“yamerarenai” means “can’t stop” and
“taerarenai” means “can’t take it anymore”)
you and me at the edge of the world
with a pretty little smile for me to see
new bright whites and a cage full of ice
and a ***** little canopy to feed my disease
and if you’re to smile at me
I could cry by land or sea
after you said that you like Big Red
I opened up my mind and skipped a beat
cufflinks and hands in wrong places and faces
and creepy little movies made me weep
and if you’re to say to me
what is mine is yours to keep
well you know, I’ll have to see
if all the stars aligned we could’ve solved the mystery
it’s a partial fantasy
we’re living in a land that went astray from history
you and me at the edge of the bed
looking at the faded pictures for you to see and me to see
murder and colonies, land without rivers
raging in the middle of some sad destiny
take one look to find my eyes
safety’s in your inner thigh
well you know, I’ll have to see,
if all the stars aligned we could have solved the mystery
it’s a partial fantasy
we’re living in a land that went astray from history
The light penetrating my iris hurt my eyes to wake them
But the purpose flowing through my veins insisted I make them
Rise and seize the possibilities of the day anew
Remember the foundation from which you grew
Find rhythm where it was once common place
Not excuses but the routines that leave you living by the day
Progress with each increment of time
Growth in both body and mind
Spirit elevates with the harmony of the two
Belief in vision carries even the weakest of men through
Commitment to a process, not until later in your journey will you process
Accomplishments grand in design rely on a willingness to give time
Greatness exists long before it is realized
Inspiration spirals tangential from the source
Touching lives long deviated from the original course
Eyes are widened as souls our exposed to the journey of ascension to the cosmos
Light lifts the wretched if they so seek to be gifted with hope and care
Darkness is diffused by the conscious choice not to use but provide use
Difference dissipates dissonance if common cause and care are held in the heart
Variables do not divide but are divine if we love and seek a better way
Truth does not elude but conclude that decency is not an idealistic notion
Suffering in all distances and directions bleeds darkness into our seas and oceans
Change occurs within before it will combat sin without
Light lives inside of you, I beg you please, to let it out
