Nautical Disaster Lyrics

	作词 : Tragically Hip
	I had this dream where I relished the fray
	And the screaming filled my head all day
	It was as though I'd 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 nor a test nor a love of something fated
	The selection was quick, the crew was picked in order
	And those left in the water
	Got kicked off our pant leg
	And we headed for home
	Then the dream ends when the phone rings
	"You doing all right?"
	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 a sound in my memory
	As those fingernails scratching on my hull

	zuo ci : Tragically Hip
	I had this dream where I relished the fray
	And the screaming filled my head all day
	It was as though I' d 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 nor a test nor a love of something fated
	The selection was quick, the crew was picked in order
	And those left in the water
	Got kicked off our pant leg
	And we headed for home
	Then the dream ends when the phone rings
	" You doing all right?"
	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 a sound in my memory
	As those fingernails scratching on my hull

	zuò cí : Tragically Hip
	I had this dream where I relished the fray
	And the screaming filled my head all day
	It was as though I' d 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 nor a test nor a love of something fated
	The selection was quick, the crew was picked in order
	And those left in the water
	Got kicked off our pant leg
	And we headed for home
	Then the dream ends when the phone rings
	" You doing all right?"
	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 a sound in my memory
	As those fingernails scratching on my hull

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