The pale moon rose Explainin it's gloryOut on the Western townShe told a sad, sad storyOf the great ship that went downT'was the fourteenth day of AprilOver the waves she rodeSailing into tomorrowTo a golden age foretoldThe night was black with starlightThe seas were sharp and clearMoving through the shadowsThe promised hour was nearLights were holding steadyGliding over the foamAll the lords and ladiesHeading for their eternal homeThe chandeliers were swayingFrom the balustrades aboveThe orchestra was playingSongs of faded loveThe watchman, he lay dreamingAs the ballroom dancers twirledHe dreamed the Titanic was sinkingInto the underworldLeo took his sketchbookHe was often so inclinedHe closed his eyes and paintedThe scenery in his mindCupid struck his bosomAnd broke it with a snapThe closest woman to himHe fell into her lapHe heard a loud commotionSomething sounded wrongHis inner spirit was sayingThat he couldn?t stand here longHe staggered to the quarterdeckNo time now to sleepWater on the quarterdeckAlready three foot deepSmokestack was leaning sidewaysHeavy feet began to poundHe walked into the whirlwindSky splitting all aroundThe ship was going underThe universe had opened wideThe roll was called up yonderThe angels turned asideLights down in the hallwayFlickering dim and dullDead bodies already floatingIn the double bottom hullThe engines then explodedPropellers they failed to startThe boilers overloadedThe ship's bow split apartPassengers were flyingBackward, forward, far and fastThey mumbled, fumbled, and tumbledEach one more weary than the lastThe veil was torn asunder'Tween the hours of twelve and oneNo change, no sudden wonderCould undo what had been doneThe watchman lay there dreamingAt fourtyfive degreesHe dreamed that the Titanic was sinkingDropping to her kneesWellington he was sleepingHis bed began to slideHis valiant heart was beatingHe pushed the tables asideGlass of shattered crystalLay scattered roundaboutHe strapped on both his pistolsHow long could he hold out?His men and his companionsWere nowhere to be seenIn silence there he waited forTime and space to interveneThe passageway was narrowThere was blackness in the airHe saw every kind of sorrowHeard voices everywhereAlarm-bells were ringingTo hold back the swelling tideFriends and lovers clingingTo each other side by sideMothers and their daughtersDescending down the stairsJumped into the icy watersLove and pity sent their prayersThe rich man, Mister AstorKissed his darling wifeHe had no way of knowingIt'd be the last trip of his lifeCalvin, Blake and WilsonGambled in the darkNot one of them would ever live toTell the tale on the disembarkBrother rose up 'gainst brotherIn every circumstanceThey fought and slaughtered each otherIn a deadly danceThey lowered down the lifeboatsFrom the sinking wreckThere were traitors, there were turncoatsBroken backs and broken necksThe bishop left his cabinTo help others in needTurned his eyes up to the heavensSaid, "The poor are yours to feed"Davey the brothel-keeperCame out dismissed his girlsSaw the water getting deeperSaw the changing of his worldJim Dandy smiledHe never learned to swimSaw the little crippled childAnd he gave his seat to himHe saw the starlight shiningStreaming from the EastDeath was on the rampageBut his heart was now at peaceThe battened down the hatchesBut the hatches wouldn?t holdThey drowned upon the staircaseOf brass and polished goldLeo said to CleoI think I?m going madBut he?d lost his mind alreadyWhatever mind he hadHe tried to block the doorwayTo save all those from harmBlood from an open woundPouring down his armPetals fell from flowers?Til all of them were goneIn the long and dreadful hoursThe wizard's curse played onThe host was pouring brandyHe was going down slowHe stayed right to the end and heWas the last to goThere were many, many othersNameless here forever moreThey never sailed the oceanOr left their homes beforeThe watchman, he lay dreamingThe damage had been doneHe dreamed the Titanic was sinkingAnd he tried to tell someoneThe captain, barely breathingKneeling at the wheelAbove him and beneath himFifty thousand tons of steelHe looked over at his compassAnd he gazed into its faceNeedle pointing downwardHe knew he lost the raceIn the dark illuminationHe remembered bygone yearsHe read the Book of RevelationAnd he filled his cup with tearsWhen the Reaper's task had endedSixteen hundred had gone to restThe good, the bad, the rich, the poorThe loveliest and the bestThey waited at the landingAnd they tried to understandBut there is no understandingOn the judgement of God's handThe news came over the wiresAnd struck with deadly forceLove had lost its firesAll things had run their courseThe watchman he lay dreamingOf all the things that can beHe dreamed the Titanic was sinkingInto the deep blue sea
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