Whaling Stories Lyrics
| Song | Whaling Stories |
| Artist | Procol Harum |
| Album | Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brooker, Reid | |
| 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 chorused, angels wholly all shall take | |
| Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake |
| zuo ci : Brooker, Reid | |
| 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 passersby | |
| 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 chorused, angels wholly all shall take | |
| Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake |
| zuò cí : Brooker, Reid | |
| 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 passersby | |
| 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 chorused, angels wholly all shall take | |
| Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake |
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