Here's the video that inspired the song - https://youtu.be/w1qDvA8EB48?si=Bx1GR3aA9RO1vY6z
(Verse 1 – The Ascent Begins)
From Wolverhampton’s fields of green,
They rose where none had ever been.
A Mammoth born of silk and fire,
To chase the sky and climb still higher.

(Verse 2 – The Sky Beckons)
Past seven miles, the Earth fell small,
A silent sea, no sound at all.
But ropes had twisted, gas poured free,
No hands to halt, no time to flee.

(Pre-Chorus – The Crisis)
The air grew thin, the world turned white,
Glaisher slumped—no will to fight.
His breath was gone, his limbs like stone,
The Mammoth climbed, but climbed alone.

(Verse 3 – Coxwell’s Struggle)
With frozen hands and failing sight,
Coxwell climbed through endless night.
A twisted line, a final try,
One last pull or both would die.

(Chorus – The Descent Begins)
They kissed the sky, they touched the edge,
Brushed the stars, then fell again.
A record set, a truth untold,
A journey lost in frozen cold.

(Music slows—wind howls—heartbeat-like drum fades—then silence.)

(Bridge – The Gentleman’s Exchange) [Spoken]
(Quiet, breathless pause—then Coxwell speaks.)
"Do try to take temperature and barometer, do try, then speak!"

(A pause. A gasp. A dazed voice.)
"I have been insensible," Glaisher confesses.

(A steadying breath—Coxwell, quiet but firm.)
"You have, and I too, very nearly."

(Music swells back in—gradual return to melody.)

(Verse 4 – The Return to Earth)
The Mammoth sighed, the wind stood still,
The fall began, the air grew filled.
A breath returned, a world regained,
The sky had whispered, left unnamed.

(Final Chorus – What Could Have Been)
Had they seen the air stand warm,
Had they lived just moments more,
The stratosphere they could have named—
A secret lost to time’s cruel game.

(Outro – Fading Strings, Soft Wind, Silence.)

Do Try, Then | Ballad of Coxwell & Glaisher | Free to Use | Moribund Institute

Here, we accelerate the velocity of ideas within the confines of science, with particular interest in bacteriophages, the derring-do of science, and the numinous side to unknowns we encounter.

Do Try, Then | Ballad of Coxwell & Glaisher | Free to Use | Moribund Institute

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