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
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