Gary Brooker The Angler Lyrics

(Brooker) 

The search is over, the battle done 
The fish is beaten, the angler's won 
But simple stories make longer tales 
No consolation if he had failed 

Through wind and desert, Blackberry Hole 
Coyote and rattler had made him old 
No it ain't easy, it's on the borderline 
Between health and madness, the way he bides his time 

Fin to fin in every log-jam 
This is where they lie 
The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black 
They're eye-to-eye 
My oh my what fun to be on your own 

Down foaming rapids into the deep black hole 
Through thorns and rockslides for to reach his goal 
And golden chances, he let them slip away 
Or was he waiting for the Judgement Day? 

They really nailed 'em on the deadline 
This is where they lie 
Where the water's fast, the current's strong, their eye-to-eye 
My oh my what fun to be on your own 

But on the thirteenth morning when the sun was high 
he tricked that steelhead and saw the line go tight 
Two spirits fighting, two creatures bold 
Bad luck and trouble had finally lost their hold 

Fin to fin in every log-jam 
This is where they lie 
The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black 
They're eye-to-eye 
I see why he spend his time on his own