The Death Ship

            Words B. Traven;  Music © 1981 Gordon Bok

           

            From a novel by the mysterious B. Traven; this poem struck me as a place many of us come to in our lives, and (bless the tide), come out again.

 

Nick Apollonio, viola; Paul Schaffner, hammered dulcimer; Gordon, cellamba & vocal.

 

            Oh hush your cryin' honey dear

            The Jackson Square remains still here

            In sunny New Orleans, in lovely Louisiana.

 

            She thinks me buried in the sea

            She can no longer wait for me

            In sunny New Orleans, in lovely Louisiana.

 

            I am not buried in the sea

            The Death Ship is now part of me

            So far from sunny New Orleans, so far from lovely Louisiana.

 

            It is the Death Ship I am in

            All have I lost, nothing to win

            So far from sunny New Orleans, so far from lovely Louisiana.

 

            So hush your cryin' honey dear

            I am not there nor you are here

            So far form sunny New Orleans, so far from lovely Louisiana.

           

 

The Death Ship  is recorded on the album Schooners