There’s Something at the Bottom of the Black Pool Songtext
von Augie March

I stopped in at the bottom of the Blackpool
I better dredge it up now while the weather′s still cool
And about that thing, its origins are mixed and untrue
Once a straw body, now an object, now a crow in a black brew
I think of the peacocks of the culture
And I think of the griffins they kept in the tower
Soon an unsuspecting waterman swept all the folly
As it rushed on terribly through

It left a more or a taint and spread through the park
A myriad of mangles of the common dark
A shadow of a loon, a howl from a bloody corpse
Strange interruptions don't scare me anymore
Since all the while the weather was cool
I stood at the crumbling edge of the Blackpool


Perhaps a picture fell off the stove
I′ve drowned in a conscience or two
There are palm trees and clouds
The undersides are dry and blue
Sometimes the faces of people I think I knew
But I only want to turn this thing through
I sunk an ambition or two
And when I think to drink, then I wonder with whom
I pretend that I'm sitting in the booth with you

What a fucking sentence, what a fucking noise
I don't know these girls, I don′t trust these boys
And over there in the corner hangs a strange bird
Sings the same song but it won′t be heard
It's songs to the choir and the windmill′s money
While a darling begs a tool at what
Yodel for their honey

Let's walk up this hill
Let′s go walking up this hill
The sun is in the middle of the sky
The grass is yellow, the fields are high
There's music, there′s you, then the others here
And I up the hill and in
Up where the holy lost are gone


And I suddenly stiff, long the wind blow
Feel we will never leave or go
But for that wind, but for companions
We might go tumbling down below
So place up the table, gambit and settle
Make the words amiable and able
The rest of the show rested and bide
Yet our show did not suffer a fool
Since all the while the weather was cool
I stood at the crumbling edge of the Blackpool
And all the while the weather was cool
I stood at the crumbling edge of the Blackpool