Harpoon The Short
Take B pairs accordion swells, syncopated banjo riffs, and theatrical whaling chants in an adventurous tribute to imaging repair.
The stories behind Harpoon The Short
- Folk-Rock Shanty Drive on Harpoon the Short — Take B pairs accordion swells, syncopated banjo riffs, and theatrical whaling chants in an adventurous tribute to imaging repair.
- Field Surgery on a Nantucket CT Scanner Slip Ring — When storm fog grounds medevac helicopters, on-island clinical engineering craft makes the difference in diagnosing acute trauma.
Lyrics
Ferry's cancelled, chopper can't fly in this fog
Just you and the white machine, old man
Hut, hut, down! Outro
Out on Nantucket the fog rolled thick
Nor east of blowing through stone and brick
A fisherman fell from the trawler crane
Had trauma bleeding inside his brain
They rode him into the scanner suite
And the old city scanner died on its feet
A high voltage crackle, a whiff of smoke
The biggest white beast on the island broke
No factory tech can cross the sound
No help can come from mainland ground
Old Captain Caleb strapped on his meter I've hunted bigger beasts than this feeder
And she blows boys round to the gantry
Search of the fault in the code in her pantry
With a fluke in the hand and a soldering tip
We'll harp on the short of this old island ship
Way, way, hey, the biomet stands
Saving the sick with his nantucket hands
Hey!
I opened the gantry's titanium belly
Hands steady and firm, not shaking like jelly
Deep in the slip ring, charred and black
A vacuum relay had jumped the track I pulled a spare tube from my old wood chest
Soldered the pins at the captain's behest
Turned on the key and the gantry spun around
Sweetest damn hum in the whole island town
The scan went through, the sergeant cheered
The brain bleed was located and clear
The fisherman lived a fishin' of the day
While the nor 'easter howled across the bay
And she blows, boys, row to the gantry
Search out the fault in the cold in her pantry
With a fluke in the hand and a soldering tip
We'll hop from the short on the soul -billing ship
Hey, hey, the Iron
Man stands Signing the sick with his man -tucking hands
The White beast is conquered
Scan complete
Good luck out on the sea, boy
Hey!
Hey!
