Procol Harum - A Salty Dog

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'All hands on deck, we've run afloat!'
I heard the captain cry
'Explore the ship, replace the cook:
let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the Horn:
how far can sailors fly?

A twisted path, our tortured course,
and no one left alive
We sailed for parts unknown to man,
where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold,
could match our captain's eye

Upon the seventh seasick day
we made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue,
no mortal place at all
We fired the gun, and burnt the mast,
and rowed from ship to shore

The captain cried, we sailors wept:
our tears were tears of joy
Now many moons and many Junes
have passed since we made land
A salty dog, this seaman's log:
your witness my own hand

 

Note

A song by Procol Harum among the best known and much more appreciated in Italy in the '60s, paving the way, along with other successes of the English group (Fortuna, ie Repent Walpurgis, in addition to the classics: Homburg and Whiter Shade Of Pale) for the enormous following that in the country has had, over the next decade, the progressive genre. They attempted the difficult and daring way of an Italian version of the original, evocative and full of metaphors lyrics, the Beans (Un marinaio - A sailor), the Beati (I giorni sono lunghi - The days are long) and the Camaleonti (Un angelo in pił - One more angel).

The "salty dog", an old captain who has doubled Cape Horn many times, in which the protagonist symbolically entrusted his melancholy reflections on freedom vanishing and on the need to reach the dry land.

Music Graffiti 2011 / Original lyrics by Procol Harum (see Disclaimer) / Reproduction for commercial use not allowed.

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