pusher calls up through a squawk box… tells me
he’s got me lined up for the trip tank
i’ve him to thank.
Kelly’s down but 3 joints later, 90 feet high
like four weeks away from home
watch fluid level drop lose too much
but I’ll get by
isolated yet not alone
call you; before the trip tank overflows
don’t tell me; unless the flow-out slows
last three; days getting deeper in the hole
are you at the shakers now?
can we take the kick somehow?
rejoice the trip out
up and out to an early riser floating high
no solid ground
through christmas tree on sea bed
lay out I need a crane to lift me from here
pass the pipe down…
twelve tour hours passed my head
call you; before the trip tank overflows
sit tight; but get the hell out if it blows
be there; when there are no more returns
are you at the shakers now?
can we take the kick somehow?
rejoice the trip out
nothing lost yet nothing back,
push the block down
sink and hope to free the pack
Circulate and rotate in the dark
pump-pulse racing
shallow gaseous pocket spark
stuck there just where the corner turns
stretched metal balloon
feel the trip out go astray
pressured into fourteen blue barrels
fear haunting tune
the Piper’s never silenced play
call you; before the trip tank overflows
sit tight; but get the hell out if it blows
be there; when there are no more returns
do you feel the base oil burns?
call you; before the trip tank overflows
don’t tell me; unless the flow-out slows
last three; days getting deeper in the hole
Are you at the shakers now?
Can we take the kick somehow?
rejoice the trip out.
have numbers at hand
loss or gain
count stands, can’t stand
pull out, pull up .. trip out.
words: J. Bryant 2001
music: D. Allen-Williams (DADF#BE)