Record

Compass on the Kelp Line

Swing buoyant, wistful swing English

Duration: 2:25
Last aired: Today, 06:01
Played: 144 times

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Lyrics

Verse

Step lively, boys, on the chipped wooden pier
Tide pools wink with dented tins and a stubby beer
Old Finn turns his brass like he's dusting the moon
Fingers the compass, says, "Son, we'll be gone soon"

Chorus

Band call: Spin that record, pour the static sweet!
Trio reply: Dance on the planks with our hobnailed feet!
Band punch: Trumpets snap, the celeste laughs so neat
Trio close: Turn the looping letters into a chorus beat!

Verse

He fishes a green bottle from a tuft of kelp
Unwraps a folded paper, ink that curls and kelps
"Read it?" he asks—letters loop like gulls in flight
She taps her headset, hums an old jingle into the night

Chorus

Bridge

[spoken word] She traces the swirls with a tap and a clap
Turns the loops to a swing, wakes the town from its nap
A name like a lighthouse cuts the hush by the quay
Hands find other hands, the lamp swings wild and free

Chorus

Band call: Spin that record, pour the static sweet!
Trio reply: Dance on the planks with our hobnailed feet!
Band punch: Trumpets snap, the celeste laughs so neat
Trio close: That bottle's tune brought a lost name back on its feet!