Whaling Stories (with the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra) (Live from the Jubilee Auditorium, Canada)
๐ต 1025 characters
โฑ๏ธ 7:40 duration
๐ ID: 11391909
๐ Lyrics
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 its 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 ed, angels wholly all shall take
Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake
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 its 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 ed, angels wholly all shall take
Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.74] Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
[00:25.01] Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
[00:43.57] Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean
[01:02.52] God's alive inside a movie! Watch the silver screen!
[01:21.42] Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check
[01:35.74] Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept
[01:50.76] Six bells struck, the pot was boiling, soup spilled out on passers-by
[02:05.67] Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high
[02:24.16]
[03:43.69] Lightning struck out, fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam!
[03:57.48] Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene
[04:12.52] Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
[04:19.52] Nothing called, not name nor number, echo stormed its final scream
[04:30.63]
[05:54.98] Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean
[06:13.38] Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam
[06:30.80] Shalimar, the trumpets ed, angels wholly all shall take
[06:55.60] Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake
[07:16.95]
[00:25.01] Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
[00:43.57] Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean
[01:02.52] God's alive inside a movie! Watch the silver screen!
[01:21.42] Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check
[01:35.74] Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept
[01:50.76] Six bells struck, the pot was boiling, soup spilled out on passers-by
[02:05.67] Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high
[02:24.16]
[03:43.69] Lightning struck out, fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam!
[03:57.48] Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene
[04:12.52] Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
[04:19.52] Nothing called, not name nor number, echo stormed its final scream
[04:30.63]
[05:54.98] Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean
[06:13.38] Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam
[06:30.80] Shalimar, the trumpets ed, angels wholly all shall take
[06:55.60] Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake
[07:16.95]