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Hard to Concentrate - The lyrics thread
Dalillama:
You're a whole different person
You're a whole different person
You're a whole different person
When you're scared
The eagle screams on Friday
The Colts are doomed this year
The fat's finally in the fire
In the Kingdom of Fear
Dangerous creeps are everywhere
You're a whole different person
When you're scared
We have ways to make you talk
You won't like at all
If you can't run, walk
If you can't walk, crawl
But don't look down
It's a long, long fall
Masterpiece:
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew that life could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light -
tell me what you want me to say
Would you leave me if I told you what I'd done
and would you leave me if I told you what I'd become
'Cause it's so easy to sing it to a crowd, but it's so hard, my love
to say it to you out loud.
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew that life could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light -
tell me what you want me to say
You want a revelation
you want to get it right
But it's a conversation I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
some kind of resolution
you want a revelation
Carl-E:
Been singing this to myself a lot, lately.
She went down last October, in a pouring, driving rain -
the skipper, he'd been drinking, and the mate, he felt no pain;
too close to three mile rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow,
and the Mary Ellen Carter settled low.
There were five of us aboard her, as she fin'ly went awash;
we worked like hell to save her, all heedless of the cost -
and the groan she made when she went down, it caused us to exclaim
that the Mary Ellen Carter'd rise again!
The owners wouldn't have it, not a nickel would they spend -
"She gave twenty years of service, lads, and met a sorry end,
but insurance payed the loss to us, so let her lie below!"
Then they laughed at us, and said we had to go.
But we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock -
for she's worth a quarter million, just a-floatin' at the dock;
and with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain
and make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again!
Rise again, rise again
that her name not be lost to the memory of men -
all those of us who loved her, and were with her 'till the end
will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again!
Now we've worked on her all springtime, off a barge lent by a friend;
three dives a day, in hard-hat suits, and twice I've had the bends!
Thank God it's only sixty feet, and the currents here are slow,
or I'd never have the strength to go below.
But we've patched her rents; stopped her vents; dogged hatch and porthole down,
run cables to her fore and aft, and girded her around;
tomorrow noon we hit the air, and then take up the strain
and make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again!
For we couldn't let her lie there, just to crumble into scale -
she'd saved our lives so many times, just holding through the gale!
And the drunken rats who laughed at us, and sent us on our way,
well they won't be laughing in another day...
And you to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
with smilin' bastards lyin' to ya, everywhere you go,
turn to and put forth all your strength of heart and arm and brain,
and like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again!
Rise again, rise again
though your heart, it be broken, and life about to end -
no matter what you've lost, be it a home, a love, a friend,
be like the Mary Ellen Carter, and rise again!
~Stan Rogers
Edited for tyops. :D
Kugai:
Arrrr me hearties
;D
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.
At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the Gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early!
Lummer:
Rings map years, from hush to play
The past, it never disappears
Bereavement can be over written
But the ache still spears old wounds
Eraser rinds dust a rewritten page
The past, it never disappears
It pries you open and reads from you
Before you lost the will to tears
A finger of a life stripped to the marrow
A skeleton with nothing to show
A moment that's not carried downstream
It's something you can't let go
So hold on, with regret and tears
Look to windward
There's the nothing at the other end, but darkness
There's nowhere to return that's home
Strangers forever
Cross that bridge
Look to windward
Go on alone
Strangers forever
Alone with yourself
Look to windward
With regret and tears
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