St. Francis Dam Disaster Lyrics - Frank Black And The Catholics

There was a well known water master man 

He was the king , he could do anything 

The Saint Francis Dam disaster man 

Thought she was all right until around midnight 

Because that water seeks her own 

She had a desire to flow 

She was looking for somewhere to go 

She was a slave to the great metropolis 

She was feeling choked, she pushed the wall till it broke 

When they heard the great apocalypse 

At power house number two 

Well, there was nothing they could do 

Because that water seeks her own 

Five and one half hours she would flow 

She had fifty-three miles to go 

A cascade down to Santa Clara way 

Near sixty feet high now she's a mile wide 

It was clear she was going far away 

And whole towns were too a few got lucky in Peru 

Because that water seeks her own 

But four more hours she would flow 

She had twenty-nine miles to go 

She carried in her every kind of thing 

House, trees, and telegraph pole some say a thousand souls 

At three A.M. she gave Santa Paula a ring 

She was still twenty-five feet high 

Under a peaceful sky 

Because that water seeks her own 

But two more hours she would flow 

She had nineteen miles more to go 

It was a real bad night in little Saticoy 

El Rio then Montalvo how many no one really knows 

Ventura Beach was very scary boy humanity a pile 

She went her final mile 

Because that water seeks her own 

Into the sea the water flowed 

And now for forever she would go