The Tragically Hip -
Day For Night 1994
Nautical DisasterSongwriters: Baker, Robert; Downie, Gord; Fay, John; Langlois, Paul; Sinclair, Gordon;
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 there, 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 ( to die ).
The selection was quick, the crew was picked 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 alright 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.
© LITTLE SMOKE MUSIC
D.D.
