Checking In: Eskimo Roll

Eskimo Roll

Mud dabber pan flutes hang along the pale old cedar walls
But the wind, it brings no tune to them though oft the wind does call
Still, the bottles on the railings of the deck sing sweet and low
High above the dunes and sea grass, where we watch the kayaks row

Watching Amy learn the Eskimo roll
Watching Amy learn the Eskimo roll

I’ve been talking out of my ass a lot since my world turned upside-down
There’s an abandoned game of chess with several pieces on the ground
My comrade in oblivion, you’re off smoking on the boardwalk
I’ve got my head dunked in the bathtub, scream bubbles muffled soft

And I don’t know the Eskimo roll
And I don’t know the Eskimo roll



And I don’t know the Eskimo roll
And I don’t know the Eskimo roll

Artillery shell fireworks tempt us to wander evening shores
With memories of former last nights, defeats and victories before
The salt trails on veteran cheeks turn to gunpowder to ignite
With merry laughter and confessions that burn the dark veil of the night

And the flames teach us the Eskimo roll
And the flames teach us the Eskimo roll