1. |
Curtain
00:20
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2. |
Opening Theme
02:37
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3. |
Nineveh
03:03
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A hundred leagues from the coast, there are demons, there are ghosts
In Nineveh
Where the evil Assyrian Emperor gloats
In Nineveh
They kill women, they kill children, and dogs and fleas
They make towers with the heads of their enemies
If ever there’s a place ye don’t want to be
It’s Nineveh
La la la la la…
The women wash their clothes in a river full of bones
In Nineveh
The moat’s full of blood, and when they go to war it floods
In Nineveh
The walls are crowned with a barb wire fence
Every man is a monster, every woman is a wench
I pray your hands are never sullied by the stench
Of Nineveh
La la la la la…
It’s all tanks and banners, and goose-stepping rallies
In Nineveh
And there ain’t nobody with a sense of humour
In Nineveh
They’re all fundamentalists. They’re all right-wing pigs
They’re all fascists with moustaches who hate everything
There is no freedom or liberty
In Nineveh
La la la la la…
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4. |
Now
00:31
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5. |
The Ocean
02:45
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I stood there and smoked
Over the edge of the boat
Watched the clouds come go
And the seagulls flying low
And the sailors with their knives
All stood there dreaming of their wives
And they were kindly in the eyes
As though familiar with my kind
And the ocean says nothing to me
O the ocean says nothing to me
The ocean says nothing to me
O the ocean says nothing to me
But I take solace in the sight
And the romance of my plight
The ballad of the travelling man is
Vanity, I know, but it’s mine
And the crew know very well
That they who say they travel to find themselves
Are self-deluded every one
It’s our selves we’re running from
And the ocean says nothing to me
O the ocean says nothing to me
The ocean says nothing to me
O the ocean says nothing to me
Well I’m tired of my work
And I’d like to sleep through all the hurt
The ocean’s vast and sad
I’ll sleep through good weather and bad
I want to sleep
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6. |
A Great Wind
00:25
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7. |
Yo Ho
02:19
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Buckets of grain and bags of rice
Bottles of wine from the Israelites
Jars of Etheopian spice
And Babylonian lapislazuli
Timber of cedar and cypress trees
Floating as far as the eye can see
Hammers and nails, buckets and pails
Lost forever at the bottom of the sea (sea, sea, sea, sea)
Yo-ho! Over it goes!
Kiss your precious load goodbye
Hey hey! The wind and the waves!
Pray to your gods or tonight we die
Elephant tusks and dinosaur bones
Carved into gods for middle-class homes
Spanish Gold. It’ll never be sold
Send it down to Davey Jones
Grecian Statues: 1, 2, 3..
Over they go and dead they be
Roman marble: 2, 3, 4..
Send them down to the ocean floor (floor, floor, floor, floor)
Yo-ho! Over it goes!
Kiss your precious load goodbye
Hey hey! The wind and the waves!
Pray to your gods or tonight we die
Fancy linen and purple dyes
Never to spread on a bed of lies
Ashera poles and raisin cakes
Send them down to the old sea snakes
Rings for your nose, varnish for your toes
Lace for your underwear and buttons for your clothes
Rusty chests full of precious stones
Send them down to the watery ghosts (ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts)
Yo-ho! Over it goes!
Kiss your precious load goodbye
Hey hey! The wind and the waves!
Pray to your gods or tonight we die
God of the ocean, as cold as ice
Accept these mariners’ sacifice
of imperial wares and frivolous cares
Lest we die for the empire’s lies
What profit be it to any man
To hold to his gold as the ship goes down?
And down therein, with a skeleton’s grin
to rust into dust for the empire’s sins (sin, sin, sin, sin)
Yo-ho! Over it goes!
Kiss your precious load goodbye
Hey hey! The wind and the waves!
Pray to your gods or tonight we die (x2)
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8. |
The Storm
01:45
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9. |
Sailors Vows
03:18
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Kneel and pray thy prayers to the Imageless
Be thou wordless and dumb before The Namelessness
He will not be shown, till He shows himself
He will not be known, until He makes Himself
He will not be carved into wood and stone
He will not be cast into bronze and gold
He will not be bought, and He won’t be sold
He will not be taught, and He won’t be told
Kneel and pray thy prayers to the Imageless
God of wind and rain and they hear His voice
Monsters of the waves, come when He calls
Every creature stays, when He says “be still”
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10. |
A Great Fish
00:33
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11. |
The Belly of Hell
03:20
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“I cried by reason of mine affliction unto the Lord, and he heard me; out of the belly of hell cried I, and thou heardest my voice.
3 For thou hadst cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas; and the floods compassed me about: all thy billows and thy waves passed over me.
4 Then I said, I am cast out of thy sight; yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
5 The waters compassed me about, even to the soul: the depth closed me round about, the weeds were wrapped about my head.
6 I went down to the bottoms of the mountains; the earth with her bars was about me for ever: yet hast thou brought up my life from corruption, O Lord my God.
7 When my soul fainted within me I remembered the Lord: and my prayer came in unto thee, into thine holy temple.
8 They that observe lying vanities forsake their own mercy.
9 But I will sacrifice unto thee with the voice of thanksgiving; I will pay that that I have vowed. Salvation is of the Lord.”
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12. |
A Second Time
00:34
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13. |
His Gracious Hand
04:57
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And as the waves washed o’er my toes
My hair was sprawled across the coast
And in the sea I saw the ghost
O’ the monster over yonder
And as he spouted in the sky
I saw the apple of his eye
Look across the way at I
Out of the bay he did meander
And as I stank there on the beach
I stank of bile and rotten fish
Lost in barnacles and weeds
My clothes a-shredded all around me
And as I burned under the sun
My lips a-cracking all and one
My skin was peeling and was burning
And a feeling did surround me
(Whistle)
And over yonder I saw the birds
There up above me making turns
Against the heavens which were
Deafening with brightness and with holiness
Down in the belly of the beast
I swear I scarcely didst believe
That I would ever see your feathers
‘Gainst the endless weary sky again
But they called back down to I
Said, “If you really are alive
Best crawl back into the ocean
Than be going where you’re going my friend
Up from the gullet of the deeps
Over to demons and to thieves
To what end do you believe
You are delivered by His gracious hand?”
(Whistle)
And as I rose up pale and thin
Their taunts were ringing in the wind
And I stumbled through the jungle
To the highway that would bear me so
And if the ocean there below
Spat me back upon this road
Then there is nowhere to be going
‘Cept the place where I don’t want to go
SONG: IT’S A LONG WALK TO HELL
I guess I pulled the short straw, yes I did
I guess I pulled the short straw, yes I did
My friends and my family
I hope you’re thinking of me
I guess I pulled the short straw, yes I did
It’s a long old walk to hell, o yes it is
It’s a long old walk to hell, o yes it is
My friends and my family
I hope you’re thinking of me
It’s a long old walk to hell, o yes it is
I don’t think I’ll coming home again
I don’t think I’ll coming home again
My friends and my family
I hope you’re thinking of me
I don’t think I’ll coming home again
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14. |
The Short Straw
01:45
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I guess I pulled the short straw, yes I did
I guess I pulled the short straw, yes I did
My friends and my family
I hope you’re thinking of me
I guess I pulled the short straw, yes I did
It’s a long old walk to hell, o yes it is
It’s a long old walk to hell, o yes it is
My friends and my family
I hope you’re thinking of me
It’s a long old walk to hell, o yes it is
I don’t think I’ll coming home again
I don’t think I’ll coming home again
My friends and my family
I hope you’re thinking of me
I don’t think I’ll coming home again
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15. |
The City of Blood
04:20
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Eyes froze like a trout
Heart in my mouth
Sweat on my face
Soldiers either side
As quietly I
Walk through the gates
Hags a hollering
Men bartering
beasts making way
Women wash their clothes
Down by their toes
And children play
And I walked around the city all day
And I’m wondering what the hell I’m going to say
Soldiers on parade
Heat of the day
feet marching by
Fists wrapped round their spears
Their wicked beards
Their painted eyes
O my wide eyed glare
As I wondered where
They’re going to fight
And all the people who
they’re marching to
devour alive
And I walked around the city all day
And I’m wondering what the hell I’m going to say
Looking south and west
Though I don’t guess
I’ll get back home
O my hands are cold
My bones feel old
My heart is stone
I’ll give it ten heartbeats
From when I speak
Till they cut my throat
B‘cause there ain’t no sympathy here
For Jewish seers
Who’re rocking the boat
And I walked around the city all day
And I’m wondering what the hell I’m going to say
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16. |
Sackcloth and Ashes
04:16
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O! for all the wastelands West and South
And all their wealth is ashes in my mouth
O! for all the homes that we have raized
And all the wandering peoples we’ve displaced
La la la la la…
O! for all the places East and North
Mud beneath the hooves of my proud horse
To keep the wine and grain within our halls
The world cut up with borders, wire and walls
All their teeth a-bared in silent screams
No way to scrape their blood back into their skins
La la la la la…
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17. |
And God Repented
01:28
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18. |
Angry
02:45
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Angry? Yes I am
Angry? Yes I am
Angry? Yes I am
Well I gave You everything and You fed me to the fish
But as for these hateful beasts? You’re desperate to forgive
Well even You can’t be merciful and just at once
So You give mercy to them and You give justice to us
Angry? Yes I am
Angry? Yes I am
Angry? Yes I am
Tell me what kind of light are we supposed to be
When you’re standing on the land with Your plan as we’re thrown into the sea?
But these here beasts with their blood iron fists
Are acquitted as their wickedness is pissing on everything that You did
Angry? Yes I am
Angry? Yes I am
Angry? Yes I am
Well we looked to the hills and where has our help gone?
We clawed at the door but nobody, nobody opened
If I’ve given up on this place, and You’re still hanging on
It’s because I’ve been here this whole time that You’ve been gone…
Angry? Yes I am
Angry? Yes I am
Angry? Yes I am
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19. |
The Gourd
01:47
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20. |
The Cattle
00:28
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21. |
Closing Theme
01:16
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David Benjamin Blower Birmingham, UK
David Benjamin Blower: 6-string writer, poet, theologian and podcaster from Birmingham in the UK.
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