Karaoké Nautical Disaster The Tragically Hip

I had this dream where I relished the fray

And the screamin' filled my head all day

It was as though

I'd been spit here

Settled in

Into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket

Off the coast of France

Dear

One afternoon four thousand men died in the water here

And five hundred more were thrashin' madly

As parasites might in your blood

Now I was in a lifeboat designed for ten and ten only

Anything that systematic would get you hated

It's not a deal nor a test nor a love of somethin' fated

Death

The selection was quick

The crew was picked in order

And those left in the water got kicked off our pant leg

And we headed for home

Then the dream ends when the phone rings

You doin' alright

He said It's out there

Most days and nights

But only a fool would complain

Anyway

Susan

If you like our conversation

Is as faint a sound in my memory as those fingernails scratchin' on my hull