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Storage Unit Pill Press. General Comment This song is amazing Breathe In The Air Lyrics [Verse 1] Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around and choose your own ground For long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be [Verse 2] Run, rabbit, run Dig that hole, forget the sun And when at last the work is done Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race toward an early grave. Soccer, Sports, and Ups: Funny thing is that the answer is right under his nose.
Few people have cleared virgin ground by hand in order to grow food. I have, and as far as my lower back was concerned, four times was three times too many.
A good grower will also have kept the levels of organic fertilizing matter high, making the soil soft, spongy and responsive to the turning spade. Other garden implements flatter to deceive.
The spade, for all its sharp and neat lines, is redundant when even the smallest stone, cushioned by compacted subsoil, renders its slicing motion ineffectual. But drawing the mattock from the toolshed and slinging it over your shoulder as you march off in the direction of the ground you intend to break represents not only a commitment but also a recognition of the work entailed.
If you really want to get close to the past, as close as you can possibly get, then take a patch of unforgiving land and attempt to feed yourself from it. Doing so opens a window into the eternal struggle of human existence. Breaking ground, I felt, brought me viscerally into direct contact with the past. What I wanted was to dedicate the time and effort to recreating my own version of them.
So what is a mattock? Dating back to the Bronze Age, a mattock resembles a pickaxe but with wider blades of similar size set in opposing planes at either end of its head. On one side a vertically set blade acts as a kind of axe while the horizontal blade opposite takes more the form of an adze. Mattocking the ground is a relentless process. Working in three-foot strips, you gradually plod your way up and down the plot.
Each clod broken free of the ground is the result of lifting a seven-pound block of iron above your head and bringing it crashing down, shattering the earth beneath your feet. The sweat stings into the creases around your eyes and a numb, menacing twinge develops in your lower back. This is a job that tames you.
Having started out with all the vigor of youth, boldly hammering away at the ground, you very quickly tire. The swinging motion becomes wilder and less controlled as your muscles weaken. Choosing not to dwell too long on that, you then start again. Gradually your pace slows and, like a horse brought in from the plains, you are tamed into the work.
You resign yourself to it. This is a marathon, not a sprint. Your breaks are regular, but short. You give yourself enough time to straighten up, stretch your back and clean the blades of the mattock with your raw hands.
Archaeology in the field, at the actual point of excavation, has strange parallels with basic agricultural digging. In most modern scenarios a machine would be used to dig out, say, a six by six-foot-square pit.
But if that six by six-foot-square pit just so happens to be a medieval midden pit, packed with precious archaeological data, then it can only be excavated by hand. However, swinging a mattock in the service of archaeology is rather different from using it to break ground. The technique becomes more one of a chipping away, of retaining enough control to pull out of the hacking motion should you expose what might be an important archaeological find.
Luckily, when breaking virgin ground such caution is not required and you can use the weight of the mattock head to your advantage. Controlling the speed and direction of the swing, guiding the seven-pound iron lump down with a touch of added force is invariably enough.
During this period as a jobbing archaeologist I found myself on one particularly challenging site. While we were under pressure to get the job done so that the building of a vast commercial complex could get underway, an old Irish construction worker gave me a sage piece of advice. Facebook Twitter Instagram Youtube.
Album The Dark Side of the Moon. Breathe In The Air Lyrics [Verse 1] Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around and choose your own ground For long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be [Verse 2] Run, rabbit, run Dig that hole, forget the sun And when at last the work is done Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race toward an early grave.
What have the artists said about the song? Recorded At Abbey Road Studios.
Stickers Art George Hardie. Sleeve Art George Hardie. Sleeve Design By Hipgnosis. Mix Supervisor Chris Thomas. Assistant Engineering Peter James. Bass Guitar Roger Waters. Rhodes Piano Richard Wright. Hammond Organ Richard Wright.