Procol Harum - Whaling Stories Lyrics
Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was setSack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabetClose the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows cleanGods alive inside a movie! watch the silver screen!Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in checkBloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors creptSix bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-byAngels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on highLightning struck out - fire and brimstone! boiling oil and shrieking steam!Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the sceneNot a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seenNothing called (not name nor number) - echo stormed its final screamDaybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted cleanWindows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleamShalimar, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall takeThose alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake
