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| Back VocalALL rights reserved. Not for broadcast or transmission of any kind. DO NOT DUPLICATE. NOT FOR RENTAL. Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh. One child is locked in the fisherman's yard, A shoal of night stars hang fire in the nets Where is the fisherman? Where is the goat? Eclipse on the moon when the dark bird flies. He's the king of the ninth world, In each and ev'ry lobster cage, These are the souls of the broken factories, dead accounting of old guilty promises. These are the soul cages. These are the soul cages. "I have a wager," the brave child spoke. "You will drink what I drink, If the drink leaves me standin', I have here a cask of most magical wine, It's wrung from the blood of the sailors who died, "What's in it for me, my pretty young thing? If you lose a wager with the king of the sea, These are the soul cages. These are the soul cages. A body lies open in the fisherman's yard One less soul in the soul cages, These are the soul cages. These are the soul cages. These are the soul cages. And he dreamed of a ship on the sea: to a place they could never be found, A Newcastle ship without coals Ooh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh. |
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