From "The Seventh Sea"
Fish tales and shanties
Fill the ashtrays of the few.
The old man babbles on,
The seaside tavern's gone but still
The barstools stand as tombstones
For the sailors he once knew.
He looks out to the bay
And sadly wishes they could see him too.
The anchor in the sky has danger to outweigh
'Cause old captains never die, they only fade away
Away the moments slip,
So go down with your ship and you'll be free,
To sail the Seventh Sea
It's he notion of an endless ocean odyssey
Where a mariner can share in errant honesty
To possess Poseidon's dynasty once more
The flag of triumph
Dangles limp upon his mast
Soil cakes the boots
That used to draw salutes,
Because he swims against the current
When he dances with the past.
He turns to Babylon
And stands and cries
I'll kneel upon your shores no more.
Though glory dreams create, his vision time enslaves.
He leaps to kiss the face of fate and plunges through the waves
Your Messianic sleep
A thousand miles deep will triumph be,
Within the Seventh Sea
It's he notion of an endless ocean odyssey
Where a mariner can share in errant honesty
To possess Poseidon's dynasty once more
(Maury Loeb - co-author
Josh Siegel - piano, backup vocals)
Copyright 1994 Zach London