Inside the ambulance. The sound of sirens. I feel cold and heavy sleep. The sirens sound distant. I shut my eyes closed, reopening them beside the margins of a river, through which one balsa slowly approaches. I think I know the man that leads the balsa, so I walk to the margin. Then I see dead men emerging from the waters.
The choir of Drowned Men: Let it drown Let it drown
I step into the balsa.
Charon, the Coriphaeus: Understand that rivers flow to the Ocean So will this one that now we sail Understand the beauty in the need of these winds to come Beautiful ship so fragile See this fish that feeds the man that will feed the worm Then to the salmon feed again Does the fish ask why to die or to be born? Why the worm, the hook, the man?
Let the Long River run Drowned Men: We all gonna drown Let the Long River run...
Charon: Life is short, friend, thereâs no time, you must realize Till death takes you by the hand Understand that to us all death is no surprise So be prepared, my dying friend
Let the Long River run Drowned Men: We all gonna drown Let the Long River run...
Charon & Drowned Men: Waters go by beneath the skies Running from my eyes As long I sail, my will prevail When wind ceases I will die
Charon: Understand you have to let the Long River run Understand you have to let the Long River run Let the Long River run...
I fall from the balsa, sinking into the deep icy waters.
Charon: Let the Long River run Inaction is action Now you know the way Let the Long River run...
Run over lover and mother Possessions and mind distractions Run over pushing too far Run over family, enemies, Religion, friendly prisons, Boring days and my guitar