Procol Harum Whaling Stories Lyrics:
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
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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
Lyrics: Whaling Stories, Procol Harum [end]