To Condemn the Ocean
The melody & most of the lyrics are from a traditional Irish song called “Fisherman’s Song”. The spoken word verse in the middle is original.
By the storm torn shoreline a woman was standing
The spray strung like jewels in her hair
And the sea tore the rocks near that desolate landing
As though it had known she stood there
and white were the wavecaps, and wild was their parting
for such is the warring of love
so she prayed to the gods, both of men and of sailors
Not to cast their cruel nets o’re her love
Now she has come down to condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man
His boat sailed down on Wednesday morning
And it’s feared she’s gone down with all hands
Staring at the night sky stretching o’er the ocean
my mind is flooded with inexplicable emotion
I see the shadow of a woman long dead on the rocks
eyes like the moon, sea spray in her locks
And she’s crying for the lover that she’s lost to the sea
frozen in the moment and she can’t see me
It’s the ghost of my people, an echo from the past
her cries in the wind and the way the waves crash
and not much has changed after all these years
and the seas salt spray still taste like tears
and I can’t help screamin at the night sky
why do so many good people have to die?
But I know the reason why, and the gods ain’t listenin’
Poor men die for the rich mans glistenin
Gold, as we’re sold one day at time,
Our poverty is violence; their wealth is a crime
And I’m sick of being poor, tryna raise a commotion -
But I’m feelin’ like I might as well condemn the ocean
and now she has come down, to condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning
And it’s feared she’s gone down with all hands.
There’s a school on the hill where the sons of dead fathers
Are led toward tempests and gales
where their god-given wings are clipped close to their bodies
And their eyes are bound round with ship’s sails
What force leads a man to a life filled with danger?
On the seas or in mines underground
It’s when need is his master, and poverty’s no stranger
And there’s no other work to be found
So she has come down to condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning
And it’s feared she’s gone down with all hands.
Weapon of the Future (CD)
The first album from Beltaine’s Fire featuring Lynx on Vocals, Laura on Bass, John on Banjo, Chris on Drums, and several guest appearances from Michael Mullen of Tempest and Greenbridge on fiddle.
Liberty (CD)
The second album from Beltaine’s Fire featuring Lynx on lead vocals, Laura on Bass and backup vocals, John on electified Banjo, K8R on Cello and Mandolin, and Cozy T on Drums. Mixdowns and mastering by Dys Uno of Groundsick Productions, Oakland.
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