Rod Through the Heat Haze

[Кіріспе] [Куплет 1] The feeder throat went cold at shift change No gob fell where the molds ran bright I took the steel rod past the guard rail While dean yelled, “scrap the whole damn line” [Қайырма] Keep that channel moving Don’t let the good glass die I’m reaching through the heat haze With the rod held high You can call the run for nothing You can write it off tonight But the molds are standing empty And i’m clearing it by hand [Куплет 2] A crust had sealed the narrow passage The forehearth hummed a lower note Dean kept counting ruined pieces I kept working at the choke One hard tap, the frozen skin broke A red bead gathered, slow and round Then the feeder gave its answer And the next gob dropped down [Қайырма] Keep that channel moving Don’t let the good glass die I’m reaching through the heat haze With the rod held high You can call the run for nothing You can write it off tonight But the molds are standing empty And i’m clearing it by hand [Guitar solo] [Куплет 3] Dean stopped shouting when the line filled The forming wheel took up its pace I set the rod beside the station And wiped the sweat across my face He said, “we lost a quarter’s worth here” I said, “then count what came through clean” The shift bell cut across the furnace And the molds kept turning green [Қайырма] Keep that channel moving Don’t let the good glass die I’m reaching through the heat haze With the rod held high You can call the run for nothing You can write it off tonight But the molds are standing empty And i’m clearing it by hand [Аутро] The next gob drops The next gob drops Keep the line alive