Nautical Disaster
The Tragically Hip
I had this dream where I relished the fray and the screaming filled my head all day.
It was as though I had been spit here,
Settled in,
Into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket,
Off the coast of France, dear.
One afternoon,
Four thousand men died in the water here and five hundred more were thrashing madly as parasites might in your blood.
Now I was in a lifeboat designed for ten and ten only,
Anything that systematic would get you hated.
It's not a deal not a test nor a love of something fated.
(Death)
The selection was quick,
The crew was picked and those left in the water were kicked off our pant leg and we headed for home.
Then the dream ends when the phone rings,
You're doing alright he said it's out there most days and nights,
But only a fool would complain.
Anyway Susan, if you like,
Our conversation is as faint as a sound in my memory,
As those fingernails scratching on my hull.

oof.



Canadians are thoughtful lyricists

"...I relished the fray and the screaming filled my head all day."
"...kicked off our pant leg"
"...fingernails scratching on my hull."

Good lord, colorful prose, every line a picture, is the writer institutionalized?:eyebrow:

This is so literary and Gord's delivery so raw, I see why my Canadian SiL was crushed by his passing.

Brain cancer got him.

Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs, lots of laughs
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I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free.
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Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in.
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All romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café.

"A pantoum is composed of quatrains: the second and fourth lines of the first stanza are the first and third lines of the second, and so on. In the final stanza, the last line is the same as the first line of the poem, and the third line is the same as the third line of the first stanza."


If we're so much the same like I always hear
Why such different fortunes and fates?
Some of us live in a cloud of fear
Some live behind iron gates

Why such different fortunes and fates?
Some are blessed and some are cursed
Some live behind iron gates
While others see only the worst

Some are blessed and some are cursed
The golden one or scarred from birth
While others only see the worst
Such a lot of pain on the earth

The golden one or scarred from birth
Somethings can never be changed
Such a lot of pain on this earth
It's somehow so badly arranged

Somethings can never be changed
Some reasons will never come clear
It's somehow so badly arranged
If we're so much the same like I always hear

Lurve me some Rush, I do.

But all too soon we hit the moon and covered up the sky
They built their bombs and aimed their guns and still I don't know why
The dominoes tumbled and big business roared
Every night at six they showed the pictures and counted up the score

~I Saw It On TV - John Fogerty