Whaling Stories (исполнитель: Procol Harum)
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! [bad word] was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept Six bells [bad word] the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high Lightning [bad word] out - fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam! Darkness [bad word] 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 [bad word] [bad word] angels wholly all shall take Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake