"Philby" as written by and Rory Gallagher....
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
I'm deep in action on a secret mission
Contact's broken down
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city
Contact's never gonna show
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city
Shadows falling down
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore.
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door.
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home, home
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
I'm deep in action on a secret mission
Contact's broken down
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion,
There's a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city
Contact's never gonna show
I've got a code which can't be broken,
My eyes never seem to close
Well, I'm standing here in the silent city
Shadows falling down
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity,
The night's gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x
Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore.
I've got my plans and I must move quickly,
There's a knock upon the door.
Still in transit and I'm close to danger,
My cover can't be blown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2x
Four o'clock and nothing's moving,
Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,
Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my mind's been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home, home
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,
There's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold
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It is a comparison of life on the road touring with that of Kim Philby, a British secret agent who was a double agent for the Russians.
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There is a part of the song that sounds as if Rory played a sitar, and the version in which he actualy used the instrument (youtube.com/…).
I think that this definitely speaks in favor of the Kim Philby interpretation, not the Jack Philby one.
I don't think it's use is to reflect India - that seems too tenuous to me. I'd guess the sound just worked for the song.
I do believe though that the Philby mentioned is Kim Philby. I struggle to understand why Rory would feel like him though.