Dazed and confused, with my head on fire
I twist and turn, as the sun climbs higher
I search for the two, from the night before
Found one in the sty and the other flying high
As the ship gets loaded, people scream, ahoy!
The crowd at the dock, reeks of sweat and scum
As we reach the door, we’re pushed in from behind
I feel a Clap of... Clap of thunder
As we walk down under
Then I start to... Start to wonder
Is this all a blunder
I wake up in the dark, Wake up soaking wet
It’s not the rain, but my sweat
The darkness is so thick, my eyes can’t penetrate
Flashes of the violence, and I drift back again
We are trapped inside the frozen door
Time stands still, but it all goes away
We write the records, but it records anyway
Time stands still, but there’s no time at all
I feel a Clap of... Clap of thunder
As we walk down under
Then I start to... Start to wonder
Is this all a blunder
The flaming stern, as it goes down
Sounds like the scream, of souls left behind
Drifting into another dimension
memories of my past, come floating around.
My body feels like needles all over
I’m Paralysed by the ice-cold water
As the air, drains out of my brain
I start to welcome, My watery grave.
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Allow me to copy Pagan Altar's third album title to describe not only III:Pentecost but the whole discography of Wytch Hazel so far: well, yes, it's Magical and Mythical!!! A must-have for the lovers of 70's hard sound revival. BoneWalker