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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
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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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