Talking what's it good for
Absolutely nothing
Wrestle let's wrestle
You can pin me to anything
Thought I saw you in the seaw**d
Thought I saw you in a forest flame
I'll fill up the silence with the sound of your holy name
Knowledge of the sea-ways knowledge of how the water flows
Whoever coined the phrase has never had to brave the snow
I climbed the shroud to the top-sail and I peeked through the glass
The curvature bisected by the wintry mizzen mast
The scar upon my stomach I call it my Flying V
And every time I show it I can feel your eyes on me
How many islands will surrender to the blunderbuss
And how long must we sail before you show your face to us
Followed him out to the end of the pier
Don't come any closer he cried I am afraid
Of the man I'll become if I lay my
Life down for a people that I don't even care for
Face to his face I put my
Hand into his and I tried to tell him No
I've seen his work upon the panes of cathedrals
In the sweat of the workers and the flight of the seagulls
My words were drowned out by the sound
Of the motors and rowers the ship as it ran aground
And from the trees came a thousand soldiers
I went down on my knees with a spear in my shoulder
About face about face I swam back
To the Victoria I shiver with the
Memory memory of the island dwellers
And the indifferences of the Storytelle
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