Uh oh. Another fishy tale. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think anyway. Cheers.

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Drums - Nashville even 8
Bass - RT 521 - Pop synch
Guitar - RT 1718 - Texas blues- Brent
Sax - RT 2355 - straight blues - baritone - Gary

First time I heard Creedence
Bristol Frieghter bogged in the landing paddock. 4*4 across the lake in a gale. At the wharf theres the seabelle. Jump on the bow with my duffle and crash through the slop to Port Hutt. Tied up to the fuel barge the anchor was lost. Settled in strange for the night, old coal range, a gale rattling the hatches filling the focsle with smoke. Bad news in the morning Kea was gone the convoy was shattered lost in the night with twelve men she turned for the bay rolled and was gone. Never saw any again. Another vessel from the convoy smashed on the beach also with three downed. The Tusitala left on the tail of the blow loaded with pots for the north. Fought her way from the bay dissapeared in the spray never to be seen again so we'll raft up the boats and all get drunk and we'll fish if we can in the morning. Didn't realise for a while I was crewing on the local pirate boat. We were out in the gale lifting pots that's when I heard Bad Moon Rising for the first time.

Bad Moon Rising Wrong

Black full moon and a ragin gale sleet and slush rain and hail
Wild wet landing bogged down wheel like trekkin tired in a battle field
Wind sharp cutting eyeballs ache big truck sliding swampy lake
Barren wharf jumped and fell hit the bow on the old Sea-belle

Bucked and rolled white caps charged Port Hutt snug by the old fuel barge
First time crew on a company boat nothing to say but thats all she wrote
Black water sucks fire below banshee wind unhinged blow
Morning gossip crying bad boats are gone good men dead

Convoy landfall late last night howlin storm was at it's height
Kea turned to make the bay slipped the tow and shot a-way
Rolled and sunk and dissap-peared swallowed whole no time for fear
No trace of her was ever found or the 12 that come to fishing grounds

Same dark night a-nother tow no-one heard or saw her go
Morning wreckage in the bay meant 3 more lives gone a-stray
Small boat big load heavy gear headed north diss-appeared
Found no wreckage lost 2 more men heavy price been paid a-gain

Raft the boats we'll drink for days then go to work in our different ways
Rude awakening one big shock cold and wet on a sliding deck
We only work wildest weather when the prudent run for shelter
Rob their gear in screaming gales cash is king we're hard as nails

Outside the reef heaving sea flying spray just like me
Creedence howlin spooky song a-bout a Bad Moon Rising wrong
Not a thief great relief to get dumped ashore with-out much grief
drag my swag bleak old pub the next plane home to life and love

Last edited by RichMac; 10/31/15 04:13 PM.
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