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