STORY, THE

Alan Prosser / Ian Telfer
Bug Music 1997

First released on:  Deep Dark Ocean, 1997

    
when the wind is high the whitecaps curl
the waters run with an oily swirl
the skipper says I love this world
it's the only one we'll see
if your luck is in you can see the fish
though they swim as deep as your deepest wish
the sound of his voice was feverish
and he gave the wheel to me

who writes the story? I don't know any more
maybe nothing's what it seems
spare me the glory, just get me safe on shore
and I'll only put to sea in my dreams

the sky grew dark and it blew a squall
we saw the weather-glass fall and fall
then a wave rose up like a mountain wall
we stared up at the sea
with a mortgaged boat and a stack of debt
maybe more than your feet get wet
he looked he shrugged he cut the net
he set his fortune free

the skipper yelled We can haul and bail
we can fight like hell but we always fail
to the beast with the green and glittering scales
rolling loose below
the wave came on and we couldn't hide
we spun half-round and began to slide
maybe that's when the skipper went over the side
we never saw him go

love, are you glory? I don't know any more
maybe nothing's what it seems
out of the story just bring me safe to shore
and I'll only put to sea
who writes the story? I don't know any more
maybe nothing's what it seems
spare me the glory, just get me safe on shore
and I'll only put to sea in my dreams

the ship's hull rang with a single crash
we shot to the top like a trumpet blast
then the sea grew calm as a looking-glass
I hid my face and cried