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Song Of The Wheelhouse Door

アーティスト:Gordon Bok  アルバム:Return to the Land 

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Winter's ice clings to cliff To beach, and empty shell The grey wind moans on the bones of the summer And takes a slap at the bell And all the boats are upside down Hauled down on the shore Parson G, Clarissa Lee That used-up, short-rigged whore The Lindy Lou with her sides stove through And her keel all rotten and tore Abd it's many a night when the wind's been right And the weather's been getting poor I tried to sleep, but I can't sleep For the banging of the wheelhouse door So I lie in bed, like a kid, you know Hoping she'll go away But no such luck, goddamn her bones So it's down to the kitchen for me Find the old pipe and get it lit up Bring down the tea from the shelf Ida's been gone since 'sixty-one So I've had to do for myself And as soon as the smoke's curling over the book And the tea's getting ready to pour Then as sure as I stand, I can hear Pete McCann And the banging of the wheelhouse door Pete and me, we were headed home


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