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Two Years Before The Mast
Two years spent before the mast And no one knows the secrets that we're hiding If word got loose, you'd face the lash And thirteen loops would hold me fast and silent Things are not always as they seem to be Outside us The Devil got poor Persephone But they can't take They can't take you from me They can't take you from me Can't take you from me Can't take you from me
Mr. Jones done made a mistake, it's all business These's worse things than the watery grave with Poricthys. I found her behind a barrel of grain in the hold, listless A hollow, half hatter, dismayed, frayed princess. But I guess I've gone soft in my age, they call it instinct The rebels get the devil to pay or cat kissing the gunner's daughter. I know I oughta send her to the brig But even strong knots give in still water and calm winds. And all things aren't what they seem to be in That Small wall separating Earth from Eden One rib did give Eve her meaning But one snip might could keep a secret With her short hair there and a change of clothing Fit right in and work soaking oakum And in four fortnights she'll unload with the opium, And she just might slip by buffer and bosun.
Two years spent before the mast And no one knows the secrets that we're hiding If word got loose, you'd face the lash And thirteen loops would hold me fast and silent Things are not always as they seem to be Outside us Devil got poor Persephone But they can't take They can't take you from me
With every snip of the shears A fist of her hair Took to the air handsomely もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Till it floated down among the clouds Reflected on the glassy sea When the winds disappeared The crew stripped almost bare And bathed in a transfixed sea And all things are what they seem to be As she floated next to me Just out of reach
There is no knot so steadfast It won't go broke in the middle of monsoons You don't show, waiting, watching Her wet lips and clothes soaked through Blinded mind to the red sky and oxide clouds Living just as a phasmid Amidst lines and booms Coupled up with abstinence and stolen looks We broke our pledge against the bulkhead And the world pitch poled.
Now Mr. Jones was a poor soul who walked into a tempest Endless tying two poor fools. A victim of the whipping when head sail floats footloose... The best men can end when a storm rolls through So we paid our keep For the sin of a reckless dream In the seam where secrets sleep Between me, her, the Devil and the deep blue sea
Two years spent before the mast And no one knows the secrets that we're hiding If word got loose, you'd face the lash And thirteen loops would hold me fast and silent Things are not always as they seem to be Outside us Devil got poor Persephone But they can't take They can't take you from me They can't take you from me Can't take you from me Can't take you from me
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