Fortuna, I am a spear fisherman - Blackbird Raum
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- Опубликовано: 7 фев 2025
- Album: Purse-Seine, 2007
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The monologue at the end is a poem.
The Purse Seine
by Robinson Jeffers
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon;
daylight or moonlight
They could not tell where to spread the net, unable to see the
phosphorescence of the shoals of fish.
They work northward from Monterey, coasting Santa Cruz; off
New Year's Point or off Pigeon Point
The look-out man will see some lakes of milk-color light on the
sea's night-purple; he points and the helmsman
Turns the dark prow, the motorboat circles the gleaming shoal
and drifts out her seine-net. They close the circle
And purse the bottom of the net, then with great labor haul it in.
I cannot tell you
How beautiful the scene is, and a little terrible, then, when the
crowded fish
Know they are caught, and wildly beat from one wall to the
other of their closing destiny the phosphorescent
Water to a pool of flame, each beautiful slender body sheeted
with flame, like a live rocket
A comet's tail wake of clear yellow flame; while outside the
narrowing
Floats and cordage of the net great sea-lions come up to watch,
sighing in the dark; the vast walls of night
Stand erect to the stars.
Lately I was looking from a night mountain-top
On a wide city, the colored splendor, galaxies of light: how could
I help but recall the seine-net
Gathering the luminous fish? I cannot tell you how beautiful
the city appeared, and a little terrible.
I thought, We have geared the machines and locked all together
into interdependence; we have built the great cities; now
There is no escape. We have gathered vast populations incapable
of free survival, insulated
From the strong earth, each person in himself helpless, on all
dependent. The circle is closed, and the net
Is being hauled in. They hardly feel the cords drawing, yet they
shine already. The inevitable mass-disasters
Will not come in our time nor in our children's, but we and our
children
Must watch the net draw narrower, government take all powers
-or revolution, and the new government
Take more than all, add to kept bodies kept souls- or anarchy,
the mass-disasters.
These things are Progress;
Do you marvel our verse is troubled or frowning, while it keeps
its reason? Or it lets go, lets the mood flow
In the manner of the recent young men into mere hysteria, splin-
tered gleams, crackled laughter. But they are quite wrong.
There is no reason for amazement: surely one always knew that
cultures decay, and life's end is death.
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All these years later and this still chills my bones.
The monologue at the end is a poem.
The Purse-Seine by Robinson Jeffers.
I've just been listening to this on loop every afternoon for days now. I love it so much, an oldie but a goodie.
"fortuna I am a spearfisherman, home of the Carl's Jr. Angus Thic-Burger!"
Please don't ever stop making this sweet music!
OK, I wrote down most of it, didnt finish the monologue mainly becvause theres a crescendo in the piano and i cant understand him and untill I do I basically wont go on :/ sorry guys but here.
6:13 Black roots of dune, It tears at the roots. The worst is near and I wonder what it begged and tied under night.
Chorus:Keep your weary hearts of water over land they built an altar.
Back Chorus Female:Just exactly plagued and forth died, shadow sweat are rigged and art right.
This might be the best song ever written. purse siene might be the best album ever written.
this is the greatest song
If anyone has a copy of this album... send me a DM! (cant find it anywhere)
this is the best folk band i ever heard number one in my books ;]
Kinda switches up for me, based on my mood. Jihad when I'm having a generally good day, BB Raum any other time.
beautiful.
THANK YOU SO MUCH
I got this album when it came out, and have had no idea what the chorus was.
"keep your weary heart o' water, over land they built an altar." that's what i sing
in love with this
I cannot tell you how beautiful this song is... and a little terrible ;)
Although I hear "the ground subdues...it tears at the roots"
very very nice.
Jan
I'm gonna learn how to play honey in the hair on my 1937 accordion...from Italy..it was in america back then so im sure it didnt play any nazi polkas...
Heard of this band today. Love this song. why doesn't itunes have it. :(
Lmao itunes does not want you to know about this stuff, too sad lol
David Doyle I would love to learn how to play the accordion. I played piano for years and now I play harmonica which makes me want to learn accordion.
Do it! The hardest part is the left side of the accordion, but once you have that you are golden.
Why isn't this at Spotify?
reminds me a lot of silver mt zion
I want to learn this on piano
8:50, poem
I miss you hailibear
Seeing how poetry appeals to some people. = Enjoying the search for a job with a women's studies degree. Wat?
where did you get the image?
if anyone could make the music, that would be soooo awesome I'd pay
Ide take that as an answer, its hard getting all the lyrics right and im open to interpretation.
Does anyone have or know where to find the sheet music for this?
fucking pianos are epic. i'd hnad in my squeeze box for a piano anyday.
well, no i wouldnt but still, pianos are so under appreciated.
That's just false.