> be me
> Chippewa
> hear tales of the big lake, Gitche Gumee
> they say it never gives up her dead when skies of November turn gloomy
> 26,000 tons of iron ore, Edmund Fitzgerald heads out
> pride of the American side
> leaving Wisconsin, heading for Cleveland
> seasoned crew and captain
> night falls, bell rings
> "is that the north wind we’re feelin'?"
> wind in the wires, wave breaks over railing
> captain knows, crew knows
> "witch of November come stealin'"
> dawn late, breakfast waits
> gales of November slashing
> afternoon, freezing rain, hurricane west wind
> suppertime, cook says
> "fellas, it's too rough to feed ya"
> 7 PM, main hatchway caves in
> "fellas, it's been good to know ya"
> captain sends out distress
> lights go out, ship disappears
> the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
> searchers say they’d have made Whitefish Bay
> if only 15 more miles
> theories: split, capsized, broke deep, took water
> only faces and names remain
> Lake Huron, Superior, Michigan, Ontario
> gales of November remembered
> prayers in Detroit, maritime cathedral
> bell chimes 29 times for each man on the Fitzgerald
> legend lives on, Gitche Gumee
> Superior never gives up her dead
love the song, but wtf dude