Posted on 04/15/2009 5:02:11 PM PDT by fatima
by Gordon Lightfoot
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they’d been feeling.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T’was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind
When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it’s too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it’s been good to know ya.
The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay
If they’d fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors’ Cathedral
The church bell chimed, ‘til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.
I can’t find a clean one:)Thanks conservaDave (((((Hugs)))))
:)Thanks Texas Eagle ((((Hugs)))))
Silver Spring by Fleetwood Mac
Brandy IS a good name for a pet.
I was married to a Navy SEAL in a previous life; I know just how Brandy felt. There’s no competing with the sea; she’ll take your man one way or the other.
*SIGH*
Now I’m all depressed. I’d better got have a brandy, LOL!
Led Zeppelin - “The Ocean” (of course!)
Neil Young & Crazy Horse - “Down By The River”
CCR - “Green River”
Rush - “Lakeside Park”
Doobie Brothers - “Black Water”
Alice In Chains - “Sea of Sorrow”
Pink Floyd - “Echoes”
Iron Maiden - “Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
The Downeaster "Alexa"
Well I'm on the Downeaster "Alexa"
And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound
I have chartered a course to the Vineyard
But tonight I am Nantucket bound
We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday
And left this morning from the bell in Gardner's Bay
Like all the locals here I've had to sell my home
Too proud to leave I worked my fingers to the bone
So I could own my Downeaster "Alexa"
And I go where the ocean is deep
There are giants out there in the canyons
And a good captain can't fall asleep
I've got bills to pay and children who need clothes
I know there's fish out there but where God only knows
They say these waters aren't what they used to be
But I've got people back on land who count on me
So if you see my Downeaster "Alexa"
And if you work with the rod and the reel
Tell my wife I am trolling Atlantis
And I still have my hands on the wheel
Now I drive my Downeaster "Alexa"
More and more miles from shore every year
Since they told me I can't sell no stripers
And there's no luck in swordfishing here
I was a bayman like my father was before
Can't make a living as a bayman anymore
There ain't much future for a man who works the sea
But there ain't no island left for islanders like me
Is this it?(((((Hugs)))))
Little River Band - Take It Easy On Me 09/05/08
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zO9AYwvEpDA
1) How Deep is the Ocean - Irving Berlin
2) Moon River - Henri Mancini
3) Somewhere Beyond the Sea - as performed by Bobby Darin
4) Deep River - Traditional Spiritual
5) Sloop John B. - Traditional, as performed by the Beach Boys
6) Cry Me A River - Arthur Hamilton
I could easily think of a half dozen more, but these stand out in my mind.
The Righteous Brothers
“Unchained Melody”
Oh, My love, my darling,
I hunger for your touch,
Alone.
Lonely time.
And time goes by, so slowly,
And time can do so much,
Are you still mine?
I need your love.
I need your love.
God speed your love to me.
Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea,
To the open arms of the sea.
Lonely rivers sigh, wait for me, wait for me,
I’ll be coming home, wait for me.
Oh, My love, my darling,
I hunger, hunger!, for your love,
For love.
Lonely time.
And time goes by, so slowly,
And time can do so much,
Are you still mine?
I need your love.
I need your love.
God speed your love to me.
-PJ
Thanks Gorzaloon (((((Hugs)))))
Haven’t heard it in years but “The Last Farewell” is a great song of the sea.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (Dutch Lullaby)
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe-—
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea-—
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish-—
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam-—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea-—
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
When the going gets tough
And the stomach acids flow
The cold wind of conformity
Is nipping at your nose
Some trendy new atrocity
Has brought you to your knees
Come with us
We’ll sail the seas of cheese
What makes you think you could post such obscenity here?
Thanks Non-Sequitur (((((Hugs)))))
Gordon Lightfoot-Ghosts of Cape Horn-Soundstage (live) (1979)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ek4wIn5CoLM
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