Gary Brooker The Angler
(Brooker) The search is over, the battle done The fish is beaten, the angler's won But simple stories make longer tales No consolation if he had failed Through wind and desert, Blackberry Hole Coyote and rattler had made him old No it ain't easy, it's on the borderline Between health and madness, the way he bides his time Fin to fin in every log-jam This is where they lie The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black They're eye-to-eye My oh my what fun to be on your own Down foaming rapids into the deep black hole Through thorns and rockslides for to reach his goal And golden chances, he let them slip away Or was he waiting for the Judgement Day? They really nailed 'em on the deadline This is where they lie Where the water's fast, the current's strong, their eye-to-eye My oh my what fun to be on your own But on the thirteenth morning when the sun was high he tricked that steelhead and saw the line go tight Two spirits fighting, two creatures bold Bad luck and trouble had finally lost their hold Fin to fin in every log-jam This is where they lie The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black They're eye-to-eye I see why he spend his time on his own