Oh, can it be, the voices calling me, they get lost and out of time…

Valley of the Giants – Whaling Tale

album: Valley of the Giants (2007)

 

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  1. voice of:

    John Capt. Seck

    (lyricists:Brendan Canning, Robert Kraft, Anthony Seck)

    The story is about a rock penguin
    It’s a small penguin, not a king penguin
    You can see thousands of them breeding
    When the warm season starts

    And they only lay one egg at a time
    And if you take one away they’ll lay another egg but no more
    But I want to tell this story really about
    One incident, one day it was a gray misty day

    With the wind blowing hard and there was a heavy smell running
    And a whale factory was pitching and yawing
    Not really a very good day to pick up the whales
    Over the stern of the factory ship

    There were one or two dead whales at the stern of the vessel
    And the whale catchers were coming in with their whales
    And in the distance you could see the icebergs
    Quite a number of them

    And the men were trying to get ready
    To pull the whales over the stern of the vessel
    There was a pack of killer whales around
    Which came tearing towards the factory ship
    And they tore chunks out of the whales

    And there were a number of men at the stern of the vessel
    With guns shooting at the killer whales
    The minute they hit a killer whale the rest of the pack went after him
    And tore him to pieces

    But let’s get back to the story of the penguin
    I’d say there were about 6 or 7 whales
    Some of them blue, some of them fin at the stern of the vessel
    And there was that small rock penguin sitting on top of the whale back

    And as we were pulling up the whales one after another
    Over the stern of the vessel
    It was rather difficult with the heavy swell running

    The penguin hopped from one whale to another
    The killer whales were all around the dead whales
    They were tearing into them and the sea was red with blood

    And by that time there was a number of men
    From the whale factory coming astern and watching
    The penguin at the back of the whale

    And the men where shooting as fast as they could
    To stop the killer whale from getting, getting the penguin
    Which was sitting or trying to hold on to the back of the whale
    But as the whale was pulled up they’d shoot

    It was difficult for the winchman to regulate
    And he had to watch very carefully not to, with the swell of the vessel
    With the swell of the sea running and the vessel moving
    To stop the penguin from slipping off its back

    The chute was quite steep, it was about I would say, 30 degrees
    And the little penguin climbed close to the tail of the whale
    From which the whale was pulled up the chute
    And the men were all standing around and watching
    And hoping that that penguin would finally get up, get up on deck

    It took a long time to lift that last whale up
    If there was a swell the winchman up on top had to watch
    And be as careful as possible not to jerk and increase the movement
    So that the little penguin could stay on top

    We got him to the stern of the chute
    At the beginning of the chute and he got saved
    We kept on, we kept on slowly pulling

    And as we pulled the little penguin slowly but surely
    Went along the back of the whale from the tail
    Of from the tail to the middle of
    To the middle of the back

    But at that time the sea was running heavy
    And the movement at the stern was rather erratic
    Finally when we got him up about three quarters of the way
    I don’t think there was a man working on the stern of the factory

    They were all watching and hoping too
    That the little penguin would get up on top
    As the killer whales were just waiting down below and just watching
    And the men were shooting and trying to kill these killer whales
    And therefore they were afraid
    That the little penguin might slip in the water

    Finally when we got it really all the way up
    Everybody started to breathe a sigh of relief
    But there was a heavy, heavy swell which came under the factory
    And rolled the whale on the side and the little penguin slipped off
    And as it went down the chute the killer whales got it

    Most of the men were not happy that day
    There were also there’s millions of penguins
    That was one of the sights which they did not care to see again
    But that’s the way in Antarctic, there’s no give and take
    It’s a hard, hard place to be in but, c’est la vie

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