So, recently (in the last two years or so) I've become quite interested in cryptids. Cryptids are animals that haven't been proven to exist- such as the Loch Ness Monster- although that is a very extreme example. My personal number one cryptid is the fur-bearing trout, a cryptid that has been proven not to exist. Yet for some reason tales persist about this hairy fish. More boring is the tale of Giglioli's Whale, a beast of a mammal that Mr. Giglioli observed to have not one, but two dorsal fins whilst on an expedition in the 1800s. In a similar way to the 'Rhinoceros Dolphin', it is now generally accepted to be a genetic mutation or just a mislabelling on Giglioli's part, yet the story remains, and now so does a song.
The lyrics of this song have nothing to do with the legendary whale, and are in fact bastardized from some old Rocket Falls lyrics (Tides, for those in the know), and tweaked a little bit for maximum We Aeronauts lyricism. Any thematic relevance to all you lot pissing off to wherever you're going is purely coincidental. Like all of my lyrics back then they were about girls, or a girl, or some really sexy lady. Although they now have little resemblance to this...
The music is from an instrumental Greg did a while back. I only heard it for the first time the other day and asked Greg if I could use it. He very nicely said yes. The instrumental is called 'Run for the hills boys' and is available on the Goddess Pysartis myspace should you desire to hear it sans my wailing.
I hope you like it.
Do tell what you think of it.
We Aeronauts - Giglioli's Whale (Demo)
Promise you'll call when you return
As your feet they hit the sand tell me you're coming back home again
And as you're walking out to sea look up and admire the clearest night sky you'll ever see in this town, and as the tide starts to resign all the stars will flicker and die
scatter my thoughts, scatter my words, and leave me with them amongst the surf. It's here where I apologise, Just leave me floating in the brine
And as you walk away from me leaving a trail I can't be following, the tide raced back from around my feet. Then something happened that I hadn't planned;
my feet were back on dry land
on dry land.
x
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