(James Fearnley)
The wind was whipping shingle through the windows
in the town
A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came
raining down
A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping
through the roar
With me head inise a barrel and me leg screwed in
the floor
Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign
parts
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's
off the charts
I'll pin your likeness on the wall right buy my
sleeping head
I'll send you cards and letters so you'll know
that I'm not dead
By this time in a week I should be far away from
home
Trailing fingers through the phospor or asleep in
flowers of foam
>From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville
We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up
on the hill
An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar
With icefloes through the window we raised
glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a coupled
hundred Finns
And we dallied in the 'dilly and we stoaked
ourselves in gin
CHORUS
Now the only deck I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkned pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouced full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun
We sailed through constellations and were rutted
by the storm
I crumpled under cudgel blows and finally came
ashore
I spent the next two years or more just staring
at the wall
We went to sea to see the world and what d'you
think we saw?
If we turned the table upside down and sailed
around the bed
Clamped knives between our teeth and tied
bandannas round our heads
With the wainscot our horizon and the ceiling as
the sky
You'd not expect that anyone would go and fucking
die
At nights we passed the bottle round and drank to
our lost friends
We lay alone upon our bunks and prayed that this
would end
A wall of moving shadows with rows of swinging
keys
We dreamed that whole Leviathans lay rotting in
the weeds
Ther's a sound that comes from miles away if you
lean your head to hear
A ship's bell rings on board a wreck where the
air is still and clear
And up in heaven that means another angel's got
his wings
But all below it signifies is a ship's gone in
the drink
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