The Try-Works Dave Malloy (Ft. Eric Berryman, Manik Choksi & Tom Nelis)

[ISHMAEL]
Late that night, we sat at the try-works
Boiling the rest of our whale
In red flames
The blubber cut thin
Like pages of a Bible
Boiling down to oil for sale
In red flames
And the fire is fed by the fritters of the blubber
Left over from the oil that we make
He burns in himself
He burns in himself

Late at night
The gore and blood still dripped upon the deck
As we choked on the stink and the steam
Of red flames
I stared into the fire, my eyes began to scorch
Fevered and delusioned, I dreamed
Of red flames
And then I looked in the faces of my brothers and saw the red reflected in their eyes
They burn in themselves
They burn in themselves
Late at night

[CREW]
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