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the day of the Beaching
She's a dead ship sailing
- skeleton crew
The galley is empty
the stove pots are cooling
with what's left of the stew
Her time is approaching
The captain moves over
The hangman steps in
to do what he's paid for
With the wind down the tide
she goes proud ahead steaming
and he drives her hard into the shore
so far from the Clyde
together we'd ride
we did ride
As if to a wave
from her bows to her rudder
bravely she rises
to meet with the land
Under their feet
they all feel her keel shatter
A shallow sea washes their hands
Later the captain
shakes hands with the hangman
and climbs slowly down
to the oily wet ground
Goes bowed to the car
that has come here to take him
to the graveyard and back to the town
so far from the Clyde
together we'd ride
we did ride
They pull out her cables
and hack off her hatches
Too poor to be wasteful
with pity or time
They swarm on her carcass
with torches and axes
Like a whale on the bloody shoreline
Stripped of her pillars
her stays and her stantions
When there's only her bones
on the wet, poison land
steel ropes will drag her with winches and engines
'til there's only a stain on the sand
So far from the Clyde
together we'd ride
we did ride
So far from the Clyde
together we'd ride
we did ride
I have a song idea for this. I recall a new Lake Buccaneer on the tarmac in Pitt Meadows, BC circa late 70's... fast forward to 2016. I saw the same plane in Courtenay, BC rotting away. I noticed the plane because that was the plane I wanted when I first saw it and its registration was etched in my brain.
I wonder what life it had, besides an owner that let it rot.
We wish, so hard, for the immortality of objects and our history (of ourselves). Alas we are and always will be specks in an ocean of stars in a universe too large for our tiny minds to imagine.
A universe that keeps recycling itself - stars are born, and stars die, creating the foundational dust for new stars(or other things) to be born from...
We wish, so hard, for the immortality of objects and our history (of ourselves). Alas we are and always will be specks in an ocean of stars in a universe too large for our tiny minds to imagine.
I believe this beautiful ballad is about a ship that was built on the River Clyde, Scotland and sent to the breakers yard for demolition.
I too lived on ships and they DO have souls.
Try B. Traven's (Treasure of the Sierra Madre author) Death Ship...
A darker Grapes of Wrath set on a rusting freighter...
Tony in NJ
W.A.S.T.E.
Sad, indeed. I see rotting boats and wonder why.. Why would someone let something that started out so beautiful just rot away....
c.
Old Ironsides
By Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon’s roar;—
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more!
Her deck, once red with heroes’ blood
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o’er the flood
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor’s tread,
Or know the conquered knee;—
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!
O, better that her shattered hulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every thread-bare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,—
The lightning and the gale!
You say that like it's a bad thing...
We recently visited a little fishing town on the Texas coast - in the 70's my grandfather ran the bait and tackle shop - and that smell took me back to six or seven years old.
Tanks full of bait shrimp bubbling. Walking out a rickety gangplank to the slips, where he had a deep sea charter boat, the 'Ima Jewel' (my grandmother's name). Terrified of falling in, but excited to go on an adventure. Standing on the flybridge as we left sight of land. Big stuff for a little kid.
We stopped in at the old bait shop - it survived Carla but most of the rest did not - and the smell was exactly the same. Not pleasant, okay, but memorable.
c.
And lyrics.
I like the cut of your jib, friend.
Yes, what a songwriter.
.. pardon me. I just left for a few moments.
I like the cut of your jib, friend.
For anyone who has ever spent any time out on the ocean, you innately understand that your survival at sea is directly dependent on your ship/boat - such that you develop a spiritual relationship with it that goes beyond the practical to the metaphysical. That is one of the reasons that ships are so frequently personified as "she".
"Bravely she rises to meet with the land"
"With the wind down the tide she goes proud ahead"
To any sailor, youtr ship is not inanimate, but a living being capable of emotions. Hence, the reason for the abject sadness of the song. Kind of reminds me of having to put down your favorite old hunting dog after years of working the fields and blinds together....
He's OK, perhaps just a bit over represented on RP.
.. pardon me. I just left for a few moments.
Try Josh Ritter's "Another New World".
Try Josh Ritter's "Another New World".
Have to agree, Mark Knopfler is one of the greatest guitarists and performers of all time. Superb
I agree
MK makes you stop and listen, his style is truly original, evocative, vivid, haunting, and insightful. I have never tired of any of his music, despite jibes from friends....who just dont get it.....too bad, so sad...
Just finished watching the Sky Arts production you recommended - thank you so much! An hour so well spent.
John
I hope not.
Ideally we should be hearing him 2 or 3 times a day. At least.
Anyone who is able to stop you from what you are doing (no matter how 'important') with just a couple of chords, deserves to be in our lives a lot. We need to stop more often.
MK makes you stop and listen, his style is truly original, evocative, vivid, haunting, and insightful. I have never tired of any of his music, despite jibes from friends....who just dont get it.....too bad, so sad...
Thanks Ben, for the tip, and for saying what I'm thinking.
MK makes you stop and listen, his style is truly original, evocative, vivid, haunting, and insightful. I have never tired of any of his music, despite jibes from friends....who just dont get it.....too bad, so sad...
I couldn't agree more... Bits of me were dying listening to the lyrics. MK is obviously a boating man. I have new respect for him.
Most of his songs are the same in this regard - not that it's a bad thing! Love this one and I don't even like boats! :)
Amen!
'' And he drives her hard crew into the shore.''
I too lived on ships and they DO have souls.
Great song, Mark!
Privateering is another great seafaring song from MK.
I have crossed the Clyde by ferry a few times. A really beautiful place.
Well said.
Superb
I too lived on ships and they DO have souls.
Great song, Mark!
Privateering is another great seafaring song from MK.
What are the others? I'm curious - I can't think offhand of any other songs about wrecked ships.
"The Wreck of The John B" by The Weavers is one...and of course, this classic.
Yup, Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald was the other one I was thinking of. If I've heard other shipwreck songs, I've forgotten them. : )
"Mary Ellen Carter"....rise again. And, If you count wrecked sailors, "Barrett's Privateers". Both by Canada's late lamented Stan Rogers.
yeah....me too ! 8 > 9
Now I can't even remember which song that was.
What are the others? I'm curious - I can't think offhand of any other songs about wrecked ships.
Yup, Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald was the other one I was thinking of. If I've heard other shipwreck songs, I've forgotten them. : )
What are the others? I'm curious - I can't think offhand of any other songs about wrecked ships.
"Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"?
Check out this blog link and the comments therein for quite a few more...
https://shipsontheshore.wordpress.com/2011/09/27/shipwreck-culture-more-songs-some-old-some-new/
I lived (sick and well) aboard a 700 foot ship- three and a half years. Many years later i learned she was broke up for the steel in her.
It was hard to accept this news. Those were the most memorable life-changed years for me. This song always hits my gut.
Mark seems to be very much familiar with water borne life, and he is a man of two voices: flesh and metal. Master of both.
Nicely put. I've never lived aboard and have no special affection (or disaffection) for ships, but this song nearly gets me greeting* every time. 10 from the lachrymose Nottingham jury.
* Scots: 'crying'
What are the others? I'm curious - I can't think offhand of any other songs about wrecked ships.
nice song
It,s a trick and he's repeating it for 30 years now, the same guitar licks over and over..
I lived (sick and well) aboard a 700 foot ship- three and a half years. Many years later i learned she was broke up for the steel in her.
It was hard to accept this news. Those were the most memorable life-changed years for me. This song always hits my gut.
Mark seems to be very much familiar with water borne life, and he is a man of two voices: flesh and metal. Master of both.
Yes, two notes in I knew who was playing this guitar. Wonderful, unique musician.
It,s a trick and he's repeating it for 30 years now, the same guitar licks over and over..
Yes, two notes in I knew who was playing this guitar. Wonderful, unique musician.
Yes indeed. Well said. And maybe, just maybe, we can carry Ann's example with us.
One of my all-time favorite tunes. (drip, drip, drip)
That's my grandfather's skipper. I haven't been able to find anything on my grandfather directly, but the ship had a crew of almost 900 (!)
The Wiki entry is short but gives some good highlights. It's still hard to imagine what those guys did. Still do.
Thanks!
His sound and style are so unique, he just stands out, even on a simple intro.
I heard it too, instantly heard that guitar and knew it was Knopfler. Amazing how a person can stand out even by instrument.
bc wrote:
His sound and style are so unique, he just stands out, even on a simple intro.
I thought it was Tommy Emmanuel …
One of my all-time favorite tunes. (drip, drip, drip)
Knofpler has many storytelling songs that are just literal. But I can see the fit.
We used to take the ferry from Wemyss Bay across the Clyde. A simpler time . . . in many ways I am so far from the Clyde, but I have never forgotten my time there or the kids I grew up with.
It's like writing a song with a story this thoughtful is a lost art anymore.
I love MK's guitar playing and singing, and Dire Straits is one of my favorite bands. But I wish he'd pick up the pace a little on some of his newer stuff. Part of what made DS great was the energy and rocking. Now it's all ballads.
His sound and style are so unique, he just stands out, even on a simple intro.
Very well said.
I love Knopfler, but this one is particularly deep and sweet.
It's like writing a song with a story this thoughtful is a lost art anymore.
I know what you mean. In the Internet discussion world where cleverness and cynicism have the loudest voice, I find nothing more beautiful than an honest heart with a wise voice who is unafraid of sentimentality and vulnerability. We have been fortunate. She is most certainly missed.
Beautifully put dsd...
I know what you mean. In the Internet discussion world where cleverness and cynicism have the loudest voice, I find nothing more beautiful than an honest heart with a wise voice who is unafraid of sentimentality and vulnerability. We have been fortunate. She is most certainly missed.
Hmmm...
It seems Bill really likes a lot of MK.
But so what?
Nobody is perfect...
Bill has lots of credit...
Leave the old man alone - he turns 82 next month!
Yes, and we already have one. Fortunately we also have Mark Knopfler, and James Taylor, and dozens of other amazingly talented tellers of stories who make life more beautiful.
when I saw him playing a full paid concert in 45 minutes
in....................MOSCOW!!!!
I knew this people, who knew him, must be right!
Still - when one hears his music, his voice and guitar,
it's hard to imagine this is really true!
PS
Just imagine!
Moscow - 1995!
5 years into freedom!
A hungry crowd waits for the master - for the first time!
European/US ticket-prices (in Moscow)!
45 minutes and the self-proclaimed guitar-god leaves the stage
and does not return, despite a crowd that hurt their hands, clapping,
begging for his return!
No way! God did not show up again!
The asshole-side of Mark...?
wondered all of my Russian friends, I saw the show with!
I felt ashamed for this working-class hero aka multi-million-$ superstar!
In the end they are all the same - arrogant pricks, once they got a status!
PPS
When he did the VERY SAME thing in Cologne,
a few years later,
I promised him and myself,
to take any chance to tell people about his true colors!