[INTRO: foghorn blast, black ocean, creaking timber, chain drag, low industrial pulse, distant whale call] [WHISPERED] THAR she blows... [HARPOON GUN FIRES] [DRUMS SLAM IN] HARPOON! HARPOON! [VERSE 1: filthy stomp, distorted bass, mechanical drums] Black sea. Black sky. White breath forty feet high. Line bites. Steel flies. She rolls once— then she dies. Hooks down. Deck red. Men all howl— whale lies dead. Then the deep starts to boom. Something big is coming soon. [PRE-CHORUS: guitars choke to single hits] Hold fast. Hold tight. Something mean is out tonight. [CHORUS: enormous gang vocals, foghorn underneath] HARPOON! HOLD FAST! HARPOON! COULD BE YOUR LAST! HARPOOOOOON! IT’S COMING CLOSE! OH, NO! OH, NO! IT’S HIM OR ME! HARPOOOOOON! [HUGE IMPACT] [VERSE 2: heavier, syncopated] Hull cracks. Men fly. Black rain in your eye. Port side. Wood split. Big white head— HE'S GONNA HIT! Deck jumps. Ropes snap. Cold black sea in your lap. No gold. No cheer. Just one thought— [TERRIFIED SCREAM]"HE’S RIGHT HERE!" [PRE-CHORUS: heartbeat kick, distorted whale call] Pump fast! Tie tight! Get that bastard in my sight! [CHORUS] HARPOON! HOLD FAST! HARPOON! COULD BE YOUR LAST! HARPOOOOOON! IT’S COMING CLOSE! OH, NO! OH, NO! IT’S HIM OR ME! HAAARRRPPPOOOOON! [BREAKDOWN: half-time chugs, chains, splintering wood] RAM! [IMPACT] CRACK! [IMPACT] MEN OVERBOARD! [full stop] [WHISPERED] He knows. [low whale call] [BRIDGE: floor toms, water, strained breathing] Killed his mate. Now he’s mad. Boat goes down. This gets bad. One shot. One line. One beast. One time. [HARPOON MECHANISM CLICKS] [SHOUTED] IT’S HIM— OR ME! [FINAL CHORUS: maximum volume, double-kick, foghorns, gang vocals] HARPOON! HOLD FAST! HARPOON! COULD BE YOUR LAST! HARPOOOOOON! IT’S COMING CLOSE! OH, NO! OH, NO! IT’S HIM OR ME! HARPOON! AIM LOW! HARPOON! DON’T LET GO! HARPOOOOOON! IT’S HIM OR ME! [OUTRO: hull groan, chain screaming through metal] [HARPOON FIRES] [instant silence]
