【歌词】Picaresque
The Infanta
Here she comes in her palanquin
On the back of an elephant
On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
All astride on her father's line
With the king and his concubines
And her nurse, with her pitchers of liquors and milk
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
Among five score pachyderm
Each canopied and passengered
Sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls
Within sight of the baroness
Seething spite for this lithe largesse
By her side sits the baron her barrenness barbs her
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
A phalanx on camel back
Thirty ranks on a forward tack
Followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving
While behind, in their coach-and-fours
Ride the wives of the king of Moors
And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And as she sits upon her place
Her innocence laid on her face
From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
Melodies rhapsodical and fair
And all our hearts afire, the sky ablaze with cannon fire
We all raise our voices to the air, to the air
And above all this folderol
On a bed made of chaparral
She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
And the babe, all in slumber dreams
Of a place, filled with quiet streams
And the lake, where her cradle was pulled from the water
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
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We Both Go Down Together
Here on these cliffs of Dover
So high you can't see over
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight, it's just beginning
You come from parents wanton
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
Untouched by work or duty
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
I found you, a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labor camps
I laid you down on the grass of a clearing
You wept but your soul was willing
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
And my parents will never consent to this love
But I hold your hand
Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet untouched Miranda
And while the seagulls are crying
We fall but our souls are flying
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, oh my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
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Eli, The Barrow Boy
Eli, the barrow boy of the old town
Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out
All down the day
Below the tamaracks he is crying
"Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying"
All down the day
Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
And I must push my barrow all the day
And I must push my barrow all the day
Eli, the barrow boy when they found him
Dressed all in corduroy he had drowned in
The river down the way
They laid his body down in a church yard
But still when the moon is out with his push cart
He calls down the day
Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
And still I push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day
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The Sporting Life
I fell on the playing field
The work of an errant heel
The din of the crowd and the loud commotion
Went deafening silent and stopped emotion
The season was almost done
We'd managed it 12 to 1
So far I had known no humiliation
In front of my friends and close relations
There's my father looking on
And there's my girlfriend arm in arm
With the captain of the other team
And all of this is clear to me
They condescend and fix on me a frown
How they love the sporting life
And father had had such hopes
For a son who would take the ropes
And fulfill all his old athletic aspirations
But apparently now there's some complications
But while I am lying here
Trying to fight the tears
I'll prove to the crowd that I come out stronger
Though I think I might lie here a little longer
'Cause there's my coach, he's looking down
The disappointment in his knitted brow
"I should've known," he thinks again
"I never should have put him in"
He turns and loads the lemonade away
And breathes in deep, the sporting life
The sporting life, the sporting life
How he loves
There's my father looking on
And there's my girlfriend arm in arm
With the captain of the other team
And all of this is clear to me
They condescend and fix on me a frown
How they love, Oh, the sporting life
The sporting life, the sporting life
How they love
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The Bagman's Gambit
On the lam from the law
On the steps of the capitol
You shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o'clock
And I saw momentarily
They flashed a photograph, it couldn't be you
You'd been abused so horribly
But you were there in some anonymous room
And I recall that fall
I was working for the government
And in a bathroom stall off the National Mall
How we kissed so sweetly
How could I refuse a favor or two
For a tryst in the greenery
I gave you documents and microfilm, too
And from my ten floor tenement
Where once our bodies lay
How I long to hear you say
No, they'll never catch me now
No, they'll never catch me
No, they cannot catch me now
We will escape somehow, somehow
It was late one night
I was awoken by the telephone
I heard a strangled cry on the end of the line
Purloined in Petrograd
They were suspicious of where your loyalties lay
So I paid off a bureaucrat
To convince your captors there to secret you away
And at the gate of the embassy
Our hands met through the bars
As your whisper stilled my heart
No, they'll never catch me now
No, they'll never catch me
No, they cannot catch me now
We will escape somehow, somehow
And I dreamt one night
You were there in form
Head held high
In uniform
It was ten years on
When you resurfaced in a motorcar
With the wave of an arm you were there and gone
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(From My Own True Love) Lost At Sea
Four score years, living down in this rainswept town
Sea salt tears, swimming 'round as the rain comes down
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me, a letter for me?
From my own true love lost at sea, lost at sea
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me, a letter for me?
From my own true love lost at sea, lost at sea
Additional verses from demo version
Hands hang low creasing the fabric of my wedding dress
Does he lie below snagged in the fingers of a seaweed tress?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me, a letter for me?
From my own true love lost at sea, lost at sea
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Sixteen Military Wives
Sixteen military wives
Thirty-two softly focused, brightly colored eyes
Staring at the natural tan
Of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands
Seventeen company men
Out of which only twelve will make it back again
Sergeant sends a letter to five
Military wives whose tears drip down from ten little eyes
Cheer them on to their rivals
'Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so, it's so
And the anchor person on TV
Goes La de da de da
Fifteen celebrity minds
Leading their Fifteen sordid, wretched, checkered lives
Will they find the solution in time
Using their Fifteen pristine, moderate, liberal minds
Eighteen academy chairs
Out of which only seven really even care
Doling out the garland to five
Celebrity minds, they're humbly taken by surprise
Cheer them on to their rivals
'Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so, it's so
And the anchor person on TV
Goes la de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
Fourteen cannibal kings
Wondering blithely what the dinner bell will bring
Fifteen celebrity minds
Served on a leafy bed of sixteen military wives
Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so, it's so
And the anchor person on TV
Goes la de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
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The Engine Driver
I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She's a long one, such a long one
And if you don't love me, let me go
And if you don't love me, let me go
I'm a county lineman
On the high line, on the high line
So will be my grandson
There are power lines in our bloodlines
And if you don't love me, let me go
And if you don't love me, let me go
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones, my bones
I'm a moneylender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured
And if you don't love me, let me go
And if you don't love me, let me go
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer
I am all that you have known
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones, my bones
(And if you don't love me, let me go)
And if you don't love me, let me go
(And if you don't love me, let me go)
And if you don't love me, let me go
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On The Bus Mall
In matching blue raincoats our shoes were our show boats we kicked around
From stairway to station we made a sensation with the gadabout crowd
And oh, what a bargain we're two easy targets for the old men at the off-tracks
Who've paid in palaver and crumpled old dollars which we squirreled away In our rat trap hotel by the freeway
And we slept-in Sundays
Your parents were anxious your cool was contagious at the old school
You left without leaving a note for your grieving sweet mother while Your brother was so cruel
And here in the alleys your spirits were rallied as you learned quick to make a fast buck
In bathrooms and barrooms on dumpsters and heirlooms we bit our tongues, sucked our lips into our lungs till we were falling
Such was our calling
And here in our hovel we fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take off your makeup and pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways on the bus mall
We're down on the bus mall
Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchants of the old town
We reigned at the pool hall with one iron cue ball and we never let the bastards get us down
And we laughed off the quick tricks the old men with limp dicks on the colonnades of the waterfront park
As 4 in the morning came on, cold and boring, we huddled close In the bus stop enclosure enfolding
Our hands tightly holding
And here in our hovel we fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take off your makeup and pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways on the bus mall
We're down On the bus mall, we're down on the bus mall
Down on the bus mall, oh oh
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The Mariner's Revenge Song
We are two mariners
Our ships' sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
Its ribs our ceiling beams,
Its guts our carpeting,
I guess we have some time to kill
You may not remember me,
I was a child of three
And you a lad of eighteen
But I remember you,
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were a rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds
Oh, oh
You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in,
Her sheets still warm with him,
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch
Oh, oh
And then you disappeared,
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then one day in spring my dear, sweet mother died
But before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
Oh, oh
"Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his
Fingers to splinters; drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave"
It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But never once in the employ of these holy men
Did I ever, once, turn my mind from the thought of revenge
Oh, oh
One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day I shipped to sea with a privateer
And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear:
Oh, oh
"Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his
Fingers to splinters; drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave
"There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"
And then that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea
Your starboard flank abeam,
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed
And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale
Oh, oh [screaming]
Oh [screaming]
Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between its teeth
But, oh what providence,
What divine intelligence,
That you should survive as well as me
It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close and I will whisper the last words you'll hear
Oh, oh
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Of Angels And Angles
There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
There's a ticking at the sill
There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day
As on we go drowning down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning down we go away, away
There's a tough word on your crossword
There's a bed bug nipping a finger
There's a swallow, there's a calm
Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today
As on we go drowning down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning down we go away, away
There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
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Here she comes in her palanquin
On the back of an elephant
On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
All astride on her father's line
With the king and his concubines
And her nurse, with her pitchers of liquors and milk
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
Among five score pachyderm
Each canopied and passengered
Sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls
Within sight of the baroness
Seething spite for this lithe largesse
By her side sits the baron her barrenness barbs her
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
A phalanx on camel back
Thirty ranks on a forward tack
Followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving
While behind, in their coach-and-fours
Ride the wives of the king of Moors
And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And as she sits upon her place
Her innocence laid on her face
From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
Melodies rhapsodical and fair
And all our hearts afire, the sky ablaze with cannon fire
We all raise our voices to the air, to the air
And above all this folderol
On a bed made of chaparral
She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
And the babe, all in slumber dreams
Of a place, filled with quiet streams
And the lake, where her cradle was pulled from the water
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
We Both Go Down Together
Here on these cliffs of Dover
So high you can't see over
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight, it's just beginning
You come from parents wanton
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
Untouched by work or duty
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
I found you, a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labor camps
I laid you down on the grass of a clearing
You wept but your soul was willing
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
And my parents will never consent to this love
But I hold your hand
Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet untouched Miranda
And while the seagulls are crying
We fall but our souls are flying
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, oh my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Eli, The Barrow Boy
Eli, the barrow boy of the old town
Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out
All down the day
Below the tamaracks he is crying
"Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying"
All down the day
Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
And I must push my barrow all the day
And I must push my barrow all the day
Eli, the barrow boy when they found him
Dressed all in corduroy he had drowned in
The river down the way
They laid his body down in a church yard
But still when the moon is out with his push cart
He calls down the day
Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
And still I push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day
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The Sporting Life
I fell on the playing field
The work of an errant heel
The din of the crowd and the loud commotion
Went deafening silent and stopped emotion
The season was almost done
We'd managed it 12 to 1
So far I had known no humiliation
In front of my friends and close relations
There's my father looking on
And there's my girlfriend arm in arm
With the captain of the other team
And all of this is clear to me
They condescend and fix on me a frown
How they love the sporting life
And father had had such hopes
For a son who would take the ropes
And fulfill all his old athletic aspirations
But apparently now there's some complications
But while I am lying here
Trying to fight the tears
I'll prove to the crowd that I come out stronger
Though I think I might lie here a little longer
'Cause there's my coach, he's looking down
The disappointment in his knitted brow
"I should've known," he thinks again
"I never should have put him in"
He turns and loads the lemonade away
And breathes in deep, the sporting life
The sporting life, the sporting life
How he loves
There's my father looking on
And there's my girlfriend arm in arm
With the captain of the other team
And all of this is clear to me
They condescend and fix on me a frown
How they love, Oh, the sporting life
The sporting life, the sporting life
How they love
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Bagman's Gambit
On the lam from the law
On the steps of the capitol
You shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o'clock
And I saw momentarily
They flashed a photograph, it couldn't be you
You'd been abused so horribly
But you were there in some anonymous room
And I recall that fall
I was working for the government
And in a bathroom stall off the National Mall
How we kissed so sweetly
How could I refuse a favor or two
For a tryst in the greenery
I gave you documents and microfilm, too
And from my ten floor tenement
Where once our bodies lay
How I long to hear you say
No, they'll never catch me now
No, they'll never catch me
No, they cannot catch me now
We will escape somehow, somehow
It was late one night
I was awoken by the telephone
I heard a strangled cry on the end of the line
Purloined in Petrograd
They were suspicious of where your loyalties lay
So I paid off a bureaucrat
To convince your captors there to secret you away
And at the gate of the embassy
Our hands met through the bars
As your whisper stilled my heart
No, they'll never catch me now
No, they'll never catch me
No, they cannot catch me now
We will escape somehow, somehow
And I dreamt one night
You were there in form
Head held high
In uniform
It was ten years on
When you resurfaced in a motorcar
With the wave of an arm you were there and gone
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
(From My Own True Love) Lost At Sea
Four score years, living down in this rainswept town
Sea salt tears, swimming 'round as the rain comes down
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me, a letter for me?
From my own true love lost at sea, lost at sea
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me, a letter for me?
From my own true love lost at sea, lost at sea
Additional verses from demo version
Hands hang low creasing the fabric of my wedding dress
Does he lie below snagged in the fingers of a seaweed tress?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me, a letter for me?
From my own true love lost at sea, lost at sea
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sixteen Military Wives
Sixteen military wives
Thirty-two softly focused, brightly colored eyes
Staring at the natural tan
Of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands
Seventeen company men
Out of which only twelve will make it back again
Sergeant sends a letter to five
Military wives whose tears drip down from ten little eyes
Cheer them on to their rivals
'Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so, it's so
And the anchor person on TV
Goes La de da de da
Fifteen celebrity minds
Leading their Fifteen sordid, wretched, checkered lives
Will they find the solution in time
Using their Fifteen pristine, moderate, liberal minds
Eighteen academy chairs
Out of which only seven really even care
Doling out the garland to five
Celebrity minds, they're humbly taken by surprise
Cheer them on to their rivals
'Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so, it's so
And the anchor person on TV
Goes la de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
Fourteen cannibal kings
Wondering blithely what the dinner bell will bring
Fifteen celebrity minds
Served on a leafy bed of sixteen military wives
Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so, it's so
And the anchor person on TV
Goes la de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
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The Engine Driver
I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She's a long one, such a long one
And if you don't love me, let me go
And if you don't love me, let me go
I'm a county lineman
On the high line, on the high line
So will be my grandson
There are power lines in our bloodlines
And if you don't love me, let me go
And if you don't love me, let me go
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones, my bones
I'm a moneylender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured
And if you don't love me, let me go
And if you don't love me, let me go
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer
I am all that you have known
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones, my bones
(And if you don't love me, let me go)
And if you don't love me, let me go
(And if you don't love me, let me go)
And if you don't love me, let me go
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
On The Bus Mall
In matching blue raincoats our shoes were our show boats we kicked around
From stairway to station we made a sensation with the gadabout crowd
And oh, what a bargain we're two easy targets for the old men at the off-tracks
Who've paid in palaver and crumpled old dollars which we squirreled away In our rat trap hotel by the freeway
And we slept-in Sundays
Your parents were anxious your cool was contagious at the old school
You left without leaving a note for your grieving sweet mother while Your brother was so cruel
And here in the alleys your spirits were rallied as you learned quick to make a fast buck
In bathrooms and barrooms on dumpsters and heirlooms we bit our tongues, sucked our lips into our lungs till we were falling
Such was our calling
And here in our hovel we fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take off your makeup and pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways on the bus mall
We're down on the bus mall
Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchants of the old town
We reigned at the pool hall with one iron cue ball and we never let the bastards get us down
And we laughed off the quick tricks the old men with limp dicks on the colonnades of the waterfront park
As 4 in the morning came on, cold and boring, we huddled close In the bus stop enclosure enfolding
Our hands tightly holding
And here in our hovel we fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take off your makeup and pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways on the bus mall
We're down On the bus mall, we're down on the bus mall
Down on the bus mall, oh oh
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The Mariner's Revenge Song
We are two mariners
Our ships' sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
Its ribs our ceiling beams,
Its guts our carpeting,
I guess we have some time to kill
You may not remember me,
I was a child of three
And you a lad of eighteen
But I remember you,
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were a rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds
Oh, oh
You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in,
Her sheets still warm with him,
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch
Oh, oh
And then you disappeared,
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then one day in spring my dear, sweet mother died
But before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
Oh, oh
"Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his
Fingers to splinters; drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave"
It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But never once in the employ of these holy men
Did I ever, once, turn my mind from the thought of revenge
Oh, oh
One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day I shipped to sea with a privateer
And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear:
Oh, oh
"Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his
Fingers to splinters; drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave
"There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"
And then that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea
Your starboard flank abeam,
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed
And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale
Oh, oh [screaming]
Oh [screaming]
Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between its teeth
But, oh what providence,
What divine intelligence,
That you should survive as well as me
It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close and I will whisper the last words you'll hear
Oh, oh
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Of Angels And Angles
There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
There's a ticking at the sill
There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day
As on we go drowning down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning down we go away, away
There's a tough word on your crossword
There's a bed bug nipping a finger
There's a swallow, there's a calm
Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today
As on we go drowning down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning down we go away, away
There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
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