The Consul at Sunset - Jack Bruce, HR Bigband

When he walks from the consul at sunset

Barely remembers his name

Walk is a little unsteady, sadly

But he knows most of all that he’s living beneath the volcano

Won’t be so many more days

Isn’t much time and it’s gathering darkness, my friend

He’s been going too far in his drinking

Running a little too fat

Eyelids becoming so heavy, sadly

But he tries not to sleep while he’s living beneath the volcano

Won’t be so many more days

Isn’t much time and it’s gathering darkness, my friend

Though the fireflies laugh in the dusklight

It’s the Festival of Death

Crowd is all laughter, it’s hollow, sadly

They may kill death tonight, but they still live beneath the volcano

Won’t be so many more days

Isn’t much time and it’s gathering darkness, my friend