Whaling Stories - Live At Edmonton, Alberta/1971

Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
 Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
 Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean
 God's alive inside a movie! Watch the silver screen!
 Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check
 Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept
 Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by
 Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high
 Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam!
 Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene
 Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
 Nothing called (not name nor number) - Echo stormed its final scream
 Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean
 Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam
 SHALIMAR, the trumpets ed, angels wholly all shall take
 Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake