Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Great American Whale, artist - Lou Reed. Album song The Sire Years: Complete Albums Box, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Last Great American Whale |
They say he didn’t have an enemy |
His was a greatness to behold |
He was the last surviving progeny |
The last one on this side of the world |
He measured a half mile from tip to tail |
Silver and black with powerful fins |
They say he could split a mountain in two |
That’s how we got the Grand Canyon |
Last great American whale |
Last great American whale |
Last great American whale |
Last great American whale |
Some say they saw him at the Great Lakes |
Some say they saw him off of Florida |
My mother said she saw him in Chinatown |
But you can’t always trust your mother |
Off the Carolinas the sun shines brightly in the day |
The lighthouse glows ghostly there at night |
The chief of a local tribe had killed a racist mayor’s son |
And he’d been on death row since 1958 |
The mayor’s kid was a rowdy pig |
Spit on Indians and lots worse |
The old chief buried a hatchet in his head |
Life compared to death for him seemed worse |
The tribal brothers gathered in the lighthouse to sing |
And tried to conjure up a storm or rain |
The harbor parted, the great whale sprang full up |
And caused a huge tidal wave |
The wave crushed the jail and freed the chief |
The tribe let out a roar |
The whites were drowned, the browns and reds set free |
But sadly one thing more |
Some local yokel member of the NRA |
Kept a bazooka in his living room |
And thinking he had the chief in his sights |
Blew the whale’s brains out with a lead harpoon |
Last great American whale |
Last great American whale |
Last great American whale |
Last great American whale |
Well Americans don’t care for much of anything |
Land and water the least |
And animal life is low on the totem pole |
With human life not worth more than infected yeast |
Americans don’t care too much for beauty |
They’ll shit in a river, dump battery acid in a stream |
They’ll watch dead rats wash up on the beach |
And complain if they can’t swim |
They say things are done for the majority |
Don’t believe half of what you see and none of what you hear |
It’s like what my painter friend Donald said to me |
«Stick a fork in their ass and turn them over, they’re done» |