The Drunken Boat

Album: Waiting for Herb (1993)
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  • 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 inside 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 by 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 ice floes through the window we raised glasses to the Czar
    We squared off on a dockside with a couple a hundred Finns
    We dallied in the 'dilly and we soaked ourselves in gin

    Now the only deck that 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 grow's full of sadness
    Let's all 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 fuckin' die

    Now the only deck that 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 grow's full of sadness
    Let us all go drifting out into the evening sun

    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

    There's a sound that comes from miles away if you lean your head to hear
    A ship's bell rings on board a wreck when the air is still and clear
    And up above that means another angel's got his wings
    But all below it signifies is a ship's gone in the drink

    Now the only deck that 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 grow's full of sadness
    Let us all go drifting out into the evening sun Writer/s: JAMES THIRKHILL FEARNLEY
    Publisher: Royalty Network
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