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Collage: "Pretty"

Words & Music ?2005 Gordon Bok

 

Through many years on the water, mostly along this coast and a few others, I've heard a lot of things, and have recently been jotting them down as I remember them.?This is some parts of conversations strung together and sung.?I've interspersed it with one side of a conversation I heard on marine radio a few years ago ?that's the spoken part.?Memory is a drifty thing, as my brother and I enjoyed proving, so the words may be more mine than theirs, but the stories and the sentiments are true as the day they happened.

 

Gordon ?Spanish Guitar

 

Sung:

Lord, lord, lord, ain't it pretty today?

With the sky all quilted over like a mattress, soft and gray

See every twig and pebble on the islands up the bay

And the wind away?

Hey, hey, hey; pretty today

 

Spoken:

Hey Pete ?you on this one*?

Yeah, it's me.?I been hauling over here under the Blockhouse all morning.

Look ?is that you in there by the Sears bell?

I though that looked like you.?Uh?you've been kind of?stationary in

there for awhile.?Is everything alright?

Aw, that's a bummer.?I expect you've cleaned your filters, bled her out,

looked at the aircleaner, like-a-that?

Naw, God, beyond that, I dunno.?Could be injectors, anything I guess.

Anyway, I think I'll go over to TurtleHead: I've got a couple of strings in there and

if I can get to them, maybe I can catch up to myself a little this week.

So look, if there's anything I've got that you can use, I'll be in the

neighborhood.?You will let me know, won't ya?

Well, good enough; I'll leave you to it, then.?I'll be on this channel, anyway.

 

Sung:

Poor old boats

They're nothing but a flaming

牋?Construct of the Mind

Nothing but a pile of man-made notions

Steel and plastic ?spells and potions ?

They've got nothing to do with the ocean or the wind

Nothing to do with the water or the wind

 

Damned old things

Yeah they're nothing but a flaming construct of the mind

Nothing but a flaming fabrication

Some damned human machination

And we wonder why they won't keep a-running on their own

Wonder why they don't keep running on their own

 

Oh, but someday the world's going to give a great old shake ?o:p>

Blow us all to hell-and-gone off here

And I know for one that the ocean wouldn't mind

And you can bet your boots that the wind won't even care?o:p>

 

Spoken:

Oh ?oh ?here we go?o:p>

Hey Pete! I know you're busy, but stick your nose up

outa there and talk to me for a minute, will ya?

Yes ?you are in kinda close.?Look, I've got a line made up right here ?o:p>

why don't I slide in by your stern and we twitch you

right outa there?

Yeah, that looks good to me.?I'll just poke along easy;

we got all day.?Hell, we got all night, if we need it.

No, buddy, don't even think about it.?Next week it'll be me

??/span>out there, we both know that.?Look, you talk to Rosie,

you give her my best, won't ya?

 

Sung:

I don't dream of sailor's heaven, I won't sing of Fiddler's Green

I'm not looking for a fairer world than the one I've always known

I just drive her when she rises and slack her when she falls

And hope I never get to reap all the foolishness I've sown

 

No, I don't dream of sailor's heaven, I don't sing of Fiddler's Green

I'm not looking for a kinder world than the one I've always seen

I just ease her when she pitches and catch her when she rolls

And get her in before the devil knows we're out here

 

Lord, lord, lord? pretty today

 

 

* a particular marine radio channel (not 16)

 

 

 

Collage: "Pretty" is recorded on the album In Concert

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