The Angler
Triumph Beyond the Rapids: The Angler's Journey Unveiled
Lyrics
(Brooker)
The search is over, the battle done
The search is over, the battle done
The fish is beaten, the angler's won
The fish is beaten, the angler's won
But simple stories make longer tales
But simple stories make longer tales
No consolation if he had failed
No consolation if he had failed
Through wind and desert, Blackberry Hole
Through wind and desert, Blackberry Hole
Coyote and rattler had made him old
Coyote and rattler had made him old
No it ain't easy, it's on the borderline
No it ain't easy, it's on the borderline
Between health and madness, the way he bides his time
Between health and madness, the way he bides his time
Fin to fin in every log-jam
Fin to fin in every log-jam
This is where they lie
This is where they lie
The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black
The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black
They're eye-to-eye
They're eye-to-eye
My oh my what fun to be on your own
My oh my what fun to be on your own
Down foaming rapids into the deep black hole
Down foaming rapids into the deep black hole
Through thorns and rockslides for to reach his goal
Through thorns and rockslides for to reach his goal
And golden chances, he let them slip away
And golden chances, he let them slip away
Or was he waiting for the Judgement Day?
Or was he waiting for the Judgement Day?
They really nailed 'em on the deadline
They really nailed 'em on the deadline
This is where they lie
This is where they lie
Where the water's fast, the current's strong, their eye-to-eye
Where the water's fast, the current's strong, their eye-to-eye
My oh my what fun to be on your own
My oh my what fun to be on your own
But on the thirteenth morning when the sun was high
But on the thirteenth morning when the sun was high
He tricked that steelhead and saw the line go tight
He tricked that steelhead and saw the line go tight
Two spirits fighting, two creatures bold
Two spirits fighting, two creatures bold
Bad luck and trouble had finally lost their hold
Bad luck and trouble had finally lost their hold
Fin to fin in every log-jam
Fin to fin in every log-jam
This is where they lie
This is where they lie
The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black
The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black
They're eye-to-eye
They're eye-to-eye
I see why he spends his time on his own
I see why he spend his time on his own
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