1.The Escapade
Lyrics：Mike Batt
Music：Mike Batt
Narration：There was one who was famed for the number of things
He forgot when he entered the ship：
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,
And the clothes he had bought for the trip.
He had forty-tow boxes all carefully packed,
With his name painted clearly on each;
But since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.
He came as a Baker; but owned, when too late-
And it drove the poor Bellman half mad-
He could only bake Bridecake -for which, I may state,
No materials were to be had.
I came as the Baker on this escapade,
I knead the dough, but I can't look after the bread,
The Banker does it instead,
And although I never feel afraid,
Somehow I know
It could be the single worst mistake I've ever made,
To come as the Baker on this escapade.
2.Midnight Smoke
Lyrics：Mike Batt
Music：Mike Batt
Sing your hymns of Evensong,
Sail out to far lagoons,
All you fishermen and you fortune hunters,
Sharpen your harpoons.
Sing rhapsodies to the fickle gods that guide you,
Awake the brave adventurer that sleeps inside you.
Before you VANISH AWAY LIKE MIDNIGHT SMOKE,
So that no signs or memories remain,
You might VANISH AWAY LIKE MIDNIGHT SMOKE,
And never be seen again.
You sailors, sail your stormy seas;
You gamblers, roll your ball.
All you butterflies and you ballerinas,
Dance until you fall.
Dream and believe; follow what you're searching for,
One day the brave adventurer will be no more.
You just VANISH AWAY LIKE MIDNIGHT SMOKE,
So that no signs of memories remain,
You'll just VANISH AWAY LIKE MIDNIGHT SMOKE,
And never be seen again.
(Instrumental Break)
You just VANISH AWAY LIKE MIDNIGHT SMOKE,
So that no signs or memories remain,
You'll just VANISH AWAY LIKE MIDNIGHT SMOKE,
And never be seen again.
3.The Vanishing
Lyrics：Mike Batt
Music：Mike Batt
It seems to me,
Since we landed in this lonely place,
That the sun now shines of its own volition,
And this crazy mission isn't just a wild goose chase;
We sailed for years
Till we found ourselves upon a beach,
Gaining on this beast from the realms of fiction,
I've a strong conviction it's a thing we soon may reach.
Narration： 'The Baker is shouting!' The Bellman said.
'He is shouting like mad, only hark!
He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,
He has certainly found a Snark!'
Erect and sublime, for one moment in time.
In the next, that wild figure they saw
{As if stung by a spasm} plunge into a chasm,
While they waited and listened in awe.
'It's a Snark!' was the sound that first came to their ears,
And seemed almost too good to be true.
Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheers：
Then the ominous words： 'It's a Boo--'
They hunted till darkness came on, but they found
Not a button, or feather, or mark,
By which they could tell that they stood on the ground
Where the Baker had met with the Snark.
In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He had softly and suddenly vanished away -
For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.
Don't let the memory die,
Children of the Sky, heroes of the sea,
And as your life passes by,
Remember how it feels to be
CHILDREN OF THE SKY.
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