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Aesop Rock None Shall Pass The Harbor Is Yours Once upon a time in the days of yore. When the people lived fresh out of legend and folk lore There was an old pirate who followed a vile slang Had a bird perched on him, Swashbuckler his name. Peg leg navigated starboard to port By the nautical sign of night and the harbor is yours. You should tell him …………your gold. That is unless he locked in altercation with Davey J-J-J-Jones. Like walk plank, mmmm the shark tank. Maroon the millionaires. Consume the souvenirs. And while the shiny spoils pile higher every year He was suffocating slow in the box of a buccaneer. Ten summers prior on a night like this Crows nest saw something and pointed the boats west. Sword blew him a kiss. And when he focused seen the face of an Angel upon the body of a F-F-F-Fish. What the heck! Frazzled. His telescope shattered. Gathered himself. She was ghost. He was down the rope ladder to deck. Circled the vessel 360 swiftly. Found nothing in the water but salt, piss, and whiskey. YAR, Heckled by the Swabies at the bar. He’ll be the laughing stock of the Barbary Coast War. Like “This dude either got two glass eyes, Or he’s wearin’ his patch on the wrong S-S-S-Side." Now he knew what he saw, had to prove he was raw So he raped and he pillaged and he’d feud any brawl. Tried to rekindle his rep using sabers and gun smoke And that’s always fine though he never told his cutthroats. Meanwhile, back in the now, Got a brand new skeleton crew on the mount now ……………………Cannon, stern, and bow They are pouring shiny metals out your M-M-M-Mouth. Okay,…………………………..and disease like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed. And he was achy from his boots to the feather in his hat ‘Till his quartermaster showed up with a stolen treasure map. One look down and leaped off the dock. See if you can guess where X marked the spot. The capital was buried in……….cursed cave Only one mile away he seen the M-M-M-Mermaid. Anchors up, push the jolly roger way too much Day and night with his hook hands raised and clutched. But see, the vitamin deficiency was strong So by the time they broke into the island they could barely lift his brawn. Crawled off the boat, collapsed in the sand Prayers in the air, seashells in his hands And nary a high time so grand As the one that put the lady of the lake on dry L-L-L-Land And I wish I could tell you that it ended happy Pretend like his bones weren’t practically snapping. Pretend like her gills didn’t dry up in suffering. There’s a half dead pirate and a fish out of water. No lie, scouts honor, got a million more From the burgundy lighting up from the shores of whores. You got visions of grandeur, better slow those sails Remember dead men tell no T-T-T-Tales. Dead men tell no tales just Push the daisies ‘till the soil is stale. ……………………………. Mister big sleep with the carp and kale. |
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