Smokin' Blunts

Written by: Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal

[Thes One, with echo effect:]
For those of you who are just following what's going on now or just tuning in… I'm on a ship, all my homies are dead and won't stop looking at me, and I shouldn't have killed the bird… let's go!

Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire:
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
They coiled and swam; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.

O happy living things! No tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware:
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.

God bless you, oh sea snake…
I'm not home…

The selfsame moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the seaaaaaaaaa."

The sea…

"Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from heaven,
That slid into my soul… Goodnight!

The silly buckets on the deck,
That had so long remained,
I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
And when I awoke, it had rained.


My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.

I moved, and could not feel my limbs:
I was so light –almost
I thought that I had died in sleep,
And was a blessed ghost.

Boo! Boo…

The roaring wind, it roared far off
And it did not come anear;
But with its sound it shook the sails,
That were so thin and sere.

The upper burst into life!
And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
To and fro they hurried about!
And to and fro, and in and out,
The stars danced on between.

The coming wind doth roar more loud,
And sails did sigh like sedge;
The rain pours down from one black cloud;
And the moon is at its edge.

Hark! Hark!

The thick black cloud is cleft
The moon is at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The lightning falls with never a jag,
A river steep and wide.

Here it comes: GOOO-RAH! Oh yeah… Oh…

The strong wind reached the ship, it roared
And dropped down like a stone
'Neath the lightning and the moon
The dead men gave a groan. Uhh!

They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,
Nae spake, nae moved their eyes;
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise.

Oh my god…

The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
Yet never a breeze up blew;
The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do;
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools –
We were a ghastly crew.

The body of my brother's son
Stood by my knee to knee:
The body and I pulled at one rope,
But he said nought to me."

And I quake to think of my own voice
How frightful it would be (Uh!)
They daylight dawned
They dropped their arms,
And clustered round the mast;
Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths,
And from their bodies passed.

Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
Then darted to the sun;
Slowly the sounds came back again,
Now mixed, now one by one.

Sometimes a-dropping from the sky
I heard the Lavrock sing;
Sometimes all little birds that are,
How they seemed to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning!

Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet…

And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is an angel's song,
That makes the heavens be mute.

It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tuuuuuune.


This track appears on the following releases:

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The Next Step Question in the Form of an Answer American Men, Vol. 1
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