It's NOT as long as it reads. Comes in at 3 minutes 40 seconds. A little long... but not so bad.
www.reverbnation.com/HTMworksinprogressWrote this as a poem initially, then eventually set it to music. An English artist named Maria Barham was going to develop it, but never got the time. Maria is a marvelous artist and I strongly endorse her. She can be found on Reverbnation.
Anyway... this was a fun, but difficult write. Spent more than six months coming back to it and changing little bits of it. It's a fun/sad song. For those too young to know this, the "Flying Dutchman is NOT the silly and/or evil ship you remember from the "Pirates of the Caribbean" movie.
The "Dutchman" is a ghost ship doomed to slip in and out of our reality just to keep up the hopes of her ghost crew that they can somehow return permanently to our reality and their homes. The false hope is the true tragedy of the Flying Dutchman.
THE FLYING DUTCHMAN From the corner of your eye,
you catch a fleeting glimpse of grey.
What it is you think you saw, you can’t exactly say.
There’s a creaking moan you hear but can’t identify.
The hair stands up on the back of your neck.
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
The fearful moon hides behind the clouds
afraid to light the sea and sky.
And the Dutchmen stalks the nightmares of
every man afraid to die.
She’s the flying Dutchman....
on her voyage through eternity.
T'ward a harbor she will never reach,
a home she’ll never see.
She’s the phantom sailing ship
On a voyage of the Damned. .
Fading in and out of our reality -- through eternity,
tryin to find a place to make a stand. Through the fog you almost see
a patch of flashing canvas white.
But the moon comes out and the water is
still empty, clear and bright.
And a chill runs up and down your spine
cause something’s just not right.
Cause there’s nothing else on the water tonight,
just the moonlight and our fears.
It's the flying dutchman’s legacy
through all these many years.
Your never sure you see her...
but your still not sure you don’t.
She’s a will o the wisp, a phantom shrouded
in clouds of misty smoke.
Sometimes you see her on the water ...
sometimes you'll see her in the sky....
And you know her by that creaking moan
you can’t identify.
She’s the flying Dutchman....
on her voyage through eternity.
T'ward a harbor she will never reach,
a home she’ll never see.
She’s the phantom sailing ship
On a voyage of the damned.
With a crew of long lost souls.
Fading in and out of our reality.
for eternity... trying to find a place to make a stand. And when you’re on the water,
and you hear that creaking moan.
It’s just the flying Dutchman trying to get home.
Sometimes you see her on the water.
Sometimes you'll see her in the sky.
And you know her by that creaking moan
you can’t identify.
There ain't no hope for her lost souls....
no harbor is her home
No hope for her to ever rest...
forever doomed to roam.
Cause she's the flying dutchman
She's just trying to get home.
