Chumming The Oceans — текст песни (Archers of Loaf)

South of the rivers mouth

Migration slopes slowly towards mainland.

There, the salt air

Fills the gills of the dead bait in hand.



The deep is in riot, the coastline is quiet

Asleep and divided in bands.

While beer halls all revil, drunk and disheveled,

Helplessly wading the diver is down.



And theyre chumming the oceans.

The signal is sent,

Recieved and repsonded to.

The water is red, red, red, red.



Were downed, downed as the hand of god

Chokes the driftwood with dead weight and brine.

And spawning the detailed decline

Via dorsal cuts, hooks, sink and line.



The anchors have setlled, the tanks are full level.

The flag has been raised half-mast on the bow.

And harpoons are loaded, the cage has been lowered.

The masks on, the diver is down, now.



And theyre chumming the oceans.

The signal is sent

I think hes in trouble.

The water is red, red, red, red.