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Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, Which sky and ocean smote…

Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, Which sky and ocean smote, Like one that hath been seven days drowned My body lay afloat; But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the pilot's boat.
Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, Which sky and ocean smote, Like one that hath been seven days drowned My body lay afloat; But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the pilot’s boat.
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound.
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound.
Let me in, the voice cried softly From outside the wooden door Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance Blood stained the icy wall of the shore I'm the only one left The storm took them all He managed as he tried to stand The tears ran down his face Please I'm old
Let me in, the voice cried softly From outside the wooden door Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance Blood stained the icy wall of the shore I’m the only one left The storm took them all He managed as he tried to stand The tears ran down his face Please I’m old
When he woke There was no trace of the ship Only the dawn was left behind by the storm He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him That rose from the sea to the door There was a sound at the window then The captain turned his breath was still Slowly, he turned
When he woke There was no trace of the ship Only the dawn was left behind by the storm He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him That rose from the sea to the door There was a sound at the window then The captain turned his breath was still Slowly, he turned
From behind the edge of the windowsill There appeared the delicate hand of a child His face, flushed and timid He stared at the captain through frightened eyes The captain reach for something to hold on to "Help me," he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet The boy's face went pale He recognized the sound
From behind the edge of the windowsill There appeared the delicate hand of a child His face, flushed and timid He stared at the captain through frightened eyes The captain reach for something to hold on to “Help me,” he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet The boy’s face went pale He recognized the sound
Lost in the doorstep of the empty house
Lost in the doorstep of the empty house

Thanks for the rimes — good ones! I’d never encountered Slint before today, and at least one of my assistants was surprised to hear of an 80’s punk band he’d never encountered. Thanks for the tip! They must be the most Coleridge-adjacent punk band ever!