Whaling Stories lyrics

Artist  : Procol Harum 
Song : Whaling Stories
 
Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task
was set
Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the
alphabet
Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the
windows clean
God’s alive inside a movie! watch the silver
screen!

Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held
themselves in check
Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark
alleys sailors crept
Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup
spilled out on passers-by
Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by
God on high

Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone!
boiling oil and shrieking steam!
Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs
glorified the scene
Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could
be seen
Nothing called (not name nor number) - echo
stormed it’s final scream

Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting
all it rotted clean
Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside
fireside bedsides gleam
Shalimar, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly
all shall take
Those alive will meet the prophets, those at
peace shall see their wake