The Last Vestiges of a Bygone Diver
from Telegrams Elapsing by Boxcar Aldous Huxley
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lyrics
One hundred and fifty miles from whence I came,
and the road seems longer on the way back home again.
Though the children in the streets all sing a song of Diver Bill,
they can never know the things I’ve seen; I only hope they never will.
Ten feet beneath the city’s cobblestones:
above me a cathedral creaks and groans
as it slides into the mire, and to arrest it rests on me.
This is God’s work, I suppose, though it bears the marks of Purgatory.
Hold me under!
Wrap me in white, weigh me down tonight.
Sunk like a stone!
Dead to the world, blind-eyed and alone.
Strung out on a tether with the air so thin,
I’ve a bastard behind the eyes
and I fear my lungs are caving in.
And the weight bears on my shoulders
as the lead sewn in my shoes;
oh, you’re a long way from home, William,
and yours is a losing battle.
Hold me under!
Wrap me in white, weigh me down tonight.
Sunk like a stone!
I saw a face from fifteen years ago.
Oh, my boy, at least you’ll never grow old,
lain out bedraggled and drowned, dusted with coal.
I saw his father beside him, just like him, lost to a merciless tide.
I held my breath for their mothers and lovers, ashen-faced, waiting outside.
And if I never break the surface again,
oh, what a glorious service it’s been.
Hold me under!
Wrap me in white, weigh me down tonight.
Sunk like a stone!
Dead to the world, blind-eyed and alone.
and the road seems longer on the way back home again.
Though the children in the streets all sing a song of Diver Bill,
they can never know the things I’ve seen; I only hope they never will.
Ten feet beneath the city’s cobblestones:
above me a cathedral creaks and groans
as it slides into the mire, and to arrest it rests on me.
This is God’s work, I suppose, though it bears the marks of Purgatory.
Hold me under!
Wrap me in white, weigh me down tonight.
Sunk like a stone!
Dead to the world, blind-eyed and alone.
Strung out on a tether with the air so thin,
I’ve a bastard behind the eyes
and I fear my lungs are caving in.
And the weight bears on my shoulders
as the lead sewn in my shoes;
oh, you’re a long way from home, William,
and yours is a losing battle.
Hold me under!
Wrap me in white, weigh me down tonight.
Sunk like a stone!
I saw a face from fifteen years ago.
Oh, my boy, at least you’ll never grow old,
lain out bedraggled and drowned, dusted with coal.
I saw his father beside him, just like him, lost to a merciless tide.
I held my breath for their mothers and lovers, ashen-faced, waiting outside.
And if I never break the surface again,
oh, what a glorious service it’s been.
Hold me under!
Wrap me in white, weigh me down tonight.
Sunk like a stone!
Dead to the world, blind-eyed and alone.
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from Telegrams Elapsing,
released January 6, 2015
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Boxcar Aldous Huxley Bristol, UK
This is music rooted in the past, but not a past that ever actually happened. One might hear Balkan melody, Old-time banjo and Brass Band pomp wrapped up in Tin Pan Alley melodrama. These are songs that speak of such esoteric topics as abandoned funeral trains, Messianic visions in the Canadian wilderness, and ill-fated amateur space exploration. ... more
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