Lyrics:
I might be at a table
And suddenly I'll catch
A fleeting vision of her crystal seas
Or I might be standing in a crowded dockyard faraway
again
As the anchor chain
Came up and down
He heard this soft refrain
Down by the dockyard wall
I will wait for you
As you come across
That walk ashore
trouble at the dockyard
Party's shouting at the union
Short fuses on their anger
Workers in confusion
Then there's the vandals of the right
They stalk
back I fled to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made
I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade
Baton Rouge,
fled to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made
I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade
Baton Rouge, Poncitoula,
We drove on the bus past the dockyards tonight
I was looking for darkness byt it was so unbelievably bright
Powerful lights they shine down on this
I wonder, if our ever loving father cares at all
The lonely dockyard's daughter
By the old gate she will stand
A lamb unto the slaughter
Keeps
Pontius Pilate came to our town
Up to the dockyards to see the
picket line
We asked him to help but he just
turned around
He's
day.
But the Dockyard organ no longer plays,
And the stained glass window's words betray.
His return ticket turned out to be one way
In spite of it all.
my heart
I must get light of iron limbs
Shed this silver skin, bend the bars
On the earth the rocket waits
Yearns for life beyond the dockyards
Out
Grierson's dockyards
Where the only thing working was foreign film crews
Making an impressive documentary
For the big news
To the satellite
And all
dockyards and the darkness looming there
Maybe it won't work this time but that's the risk you take
And you want to take it and just as long as it feels
illuminating light years, phosphorescent blue clouds swirling
Turbulent gas storms, dockyard and portal no man has ever seen
We could have died, but who are we
Me God
" and he decided to
Blend elements of two tracks
Shooting the video at
Chatham Dockyard, with West donning
A vintage T-shirt
Acne Jeans and his
lawyer disbarred
Valorant, Riot Vanguard
Pulling up to the Boulevard
Look down, Dick still hard
Where am I gonna discard?
In the dockyard? In the barnyard?
He stands accused in the dockyard stocks
As the town looks on a thousand pistols cocked
They lead him downtown through the streets stained with blood
I was born within sight of the dockyard to a hard-working family
Baseball and brews were my pastimes 'til a VHS was handed to me
A cartoon with
I might be at a table
And suddenly I'll catch
A fleeting vision of her crystal seas
Or I might be standing in a crowded dockyard faraway
Beneath
problems to keep away the cold
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards
(Where) the only men working (are on the) documentary crews
Shooting film
the dockyard with your little friends
You came through together but that's where it ends
I have got ambition you've got overalls
Stick me in a barrel and tip me
hear this bay of tigers roar
Instrumental
Beyond the taverns of the dockyard
There is a great wealth to be found
You'll find more money changing hands
I never finished schooling I ran wild and ran far
Biked down to the dockyards to play my guitar
And twenty years on at work I get the axe
For
Fell asleep in oxford but woke up in pugwash yeah
Walked down to the dockyard and found my old boat
But the deck was paved in gold I sat there royal
Now tethered in the dockyard
Lies a most expansive maiden
All curves and buried treasures
Aye, voluminous booty!
I asked her would she mind
If I shipped
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