Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. Strangely Strange
Performer
Ivan Pawle
Vocals
Tim Booth
Vocals
Caroline Greville
Percussion
Tim Goulding
Piano
Jay Myrdal
Glockenspiel
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Goulding
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Goulding
Recording Engineer
Joe Boyd
Producer
Victor Gamm
Engineer
Lyrics
The way of an eagle in the air
The way of a serpent upon a rock
The way of a ship in the midst of the sea
Way of a man with a maid
The way of a man with a maid
Chains of strength, chains of fear
Chains of strength, chains of fear
Marking words in Satan's ear
Marking words in Satan's ear
The manger whips, the nursemaid lies
The manger whips, the nursemaid lies
Chains that launch the ship of sighs
Chains that launch the ship of sighs
Child sun, baby moon
Pass a faked hope or a failed love soon
Windward burning boats, slitting throats
Hopeless and gazing, hopeless and gazing
Child head, baby brain
On the slipway, bluffed again
Your tide is out, your blinds, your blinds are drawn
Sailor fools are born, sailor fools are born
Sound the foghorn horns
Sound the foghorn horns
Screaming siren scorns
Screaming siren scorns
Petrifies the human pawns
Child deranged, galactic fault
The arclights burned, the squadrons halt
Baby breathes the gale and tastes the salt
Alarmed and cowering, alarmed and cowering
Child tenor, baby crooner
Tripping double time onboard the schooner
Blows the whistle, sucks, sucks the crisis pipe
For a lifelong passage, for a lifelong passage
Sound the foghorn horns
Sound the foghorn horns
Screaming siren scorns
Screaming siren scorns
Petrifies the human pawns
Child skipper, baby mate
Ship of fools becomes the ship of fate
While gospel singers cool, cool the panic struck
Forced and bitter luck, forced and bitter luck
Child cry, baby sleep
My cabin is yesterday, my crater deep
On deck, the captain scans, scans the X-ray card
We need a metal surgeon, we need a metal surgeon
Sound the foghorn horns
Sound the foghorn horns
Screaming siren scorns
Screaming siren scorns
Petrifies the human pawns
Child steals, baby seeks
Travels miles and lifeless weeks
Then turns the coverlet and shakes and shakes the sheets
They're only learning, they're only learning
Child chokes, baby dies
Fetid rumours, human cries
Transparent fighters fly the transient skies
A hard coming we had and a harder going
A hard coming we had and a harder going
A hard coming we had and a harder going
A hard coming we had and a harder going
Written by: Tim Goulding
