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Porch Light Fading

«Fog Over the Docks» — это мрачная блюзовая баллада о скрытой преступной жизни викторианского Лондона.

Смысл песни — в атмосфере моральной двойственности и неизбежности расплаты. Доковые причалы становятся метафорой теневого мира: здесь сделки совершаются в тумане, правда тонет вместе с приливом, а каждый человек носит при себе не только сталь в кармане, но и вину в душе.

Река символизирует память и судьбу — она не судит, но ничего не забывает. Деньги могут купить молчание, но не могут очистить совесть или смыть прошлое.

Главная идея:
в мире, где правят тени и золото, расплата всё равно возвращается — как цепь, волочащаяся по земле, и как туман, который не рассеивается даже с восходом солнца.

Verse 1
Fog on the docks at the break of dawn,
Bootheels echo on the stone.
Tar and timber, rope and gin,
Every man’s got a hidden sin.
Gaslight trembles in the gray,
River keeps what men won’t say.

Chorus 
Oh the tide don’t judge,
But it don’t forgive…

Chorus
Fog over the docks,
River dark and wide.
Coins change hands in shadows,
Truth sinks with the tide.
Steel in the pocket,
Dust on the coat —
London breathes low
Through a sinner’s throat.

Verse 2
Crates marked black with foreign names,
Cards dealt slow in crooked games.
Doctor’s hands but a gambler’s eyes,
Clean white cuffs, dirty alibis.
Choir hum far beyond the pier,
Sounds like judgment drawing near.

Chorus
Every debt comes back around,
Like a chain draggin’ on the ground.

Chorus 
Fog over the docks,
Morning cold as stone.
Kings without their kingdoms
Stand here alone.
Blade in the lining,
Blood in the note —
Mercy don’t float
On a riverboat.

Bridge 
(Harmonica enters)
Hear that horn cry through the mist,
Calling names the night has kissed.
Step by step on splintered wood,
A man walks straight… though he ain’t no good.

Chorus
Fog over the docks,
Sun won’t clear the stain.
Gold buys silence,
But it can’t buy rain.
Smoke on the water,
Ash in the throat —
London wakes…
But the docks don’t vote.

Туман над причалами (Fog Over the Docks)

The enemy
Doesn’t knock or call
It moves in silence
Barely seen at all
It slips in slowly
Through a crack inside

Turns small thoughts
Into a rising tide
Pride
Envy
Anger

Delay
Wanting more
In the wrong way
I’ve felt lost
I’ve been there before

But I know now
What I’m fighting for
It wears a mask
Looks harmless, clean

But it pulls you away
From who you’ve been
So I stop
Not with force

But with care
I choose what’s right
I stay aware
I slow my breath

I steady my sight
I don’t wrestle the dark
I turn on the light
Because it fades

When I live right
When I choose love
Over spite
When I give

Not to impress
But to stay clear
And live with less
With my heart

With my mind
With my body
In real time
With my soul
I stay aligned

That’s how I leave
The dark behind
The unseen tries
To take its toll
But discipline

Restores control
I’ve seen the trap
I know the signs
So I protect

This head of mine
No panic
No fear
No shame

Just calm decisions
Again and again
The darkness weakens
When I stand still

It has no power
Against my will
I see it now
It’s losing ground
The unseen fades

Without a sound
Clean in thought
Clear in role
I keep command

Of my soul

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