They say that in 1842 on a plantation in Alabama
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The slaves unearthed a huge skeleton,
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the bones of a giant whale,
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a leviathan,
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from the time when all the world was covered with water
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from the Andes to the Himalayas
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and even Alabama was deep down under.
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And the slaves looked at the huge bones and they said:
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These must be the bones of a fallen angel
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These must be the bones of a fallen angel
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Out on the ocean, out of the water
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We look for signs of him
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He looks like a giant snow hill, a fountain
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Then he disappears. He's a speck on the horizon
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We see him only in parts
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The flash of a tail, his beating heart.
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He's in pieces and parts.
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It's easier for a camel to slide through the eye of a needle
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Than to find a whale who hides at the bottom of the ocean
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It's easier to sail around the world in a coffee cup
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Than to see a whale when he comes rising up
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We see him only in parts
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A fountain, fins, a speck on the horizon
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Giant teeth, an open mouth
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Look out, look out, look out, look out
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So hit an elephant with a dart
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and he just reaches around and pulls it out with his trunk
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But hit a whale in the hear and the whole ocean turns red,
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It turns red.
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We see him only in parts
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The flash of a tail, his beating heart
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He's in pieces and parts
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So get hit in your head
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And there may be a few things you can't recall at all
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But you get hit in your heart
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And you're in pieces and parts
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Pieces and parts.
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Pieces And Parts
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| Laurie Anderson |
