If you open your sails, beware the waves.
keep your guns at the ready, to tremor and quake.
Mind your conquest and sheathe your blame for the captain's sake.
Enemy of autonomy, how much more will your presence take?
When you're burning all the books to hide the power they bestow,
a galley of honest scouts will wait for you to come ashore.
And when the ashes settle, will it even out the score?
I've never met a man so dim to feign a posthistor!
The water is burning. Your ships are returning.
But no dock will ever accept you again.
Breathe, high seas / toss the traitors down into the deep
We may thieve and may plunder, but never you wander
Or else you're cut off at the knees
Taste the salt / Hear the thunder
Sleep with the shipwrecks down under
You call it treason, don't ask for the reason
You were never worth a laborer's fee / not a laborer's fee
Keep an eye on the lighthouse - now what do you see?
Is it home? Is it gold? Is it security?
Now watch as we put out the fires that blazed for centuries
May you lose all hope and abandon me
The men all say you lost yourself a decade long ago
On a mission of importance, where deadly seeds were sown
Where a boy became a man, and a man became a beast
May you never fight again, may your soul never find it's peace
Now the water's on fire / it's your funeral pyre
I guarantee that your people will remember your sins
Breathe, high seas / toss the traitors down into the deep
We may thieve and may plunder, but never you wander
Or else you're cut off at the knees
Taste the salt / Hear the thunder
Sleep with the shipwrecks down under
You call it treason, don't ask for the reason
You were never worth a laborer's fee / not a laborer's fee
There's no oil left in this lantern.
Oh, nothing can strike with the steel.
Tomes of lore, oh what will you reveal?
As I fumble for fire in darkness.
Pages feel tawny, fractured spines
Age old secrets from thr abyssal field
If the word is the broadsword, then what will become the shield?
as i hunt for the sane in neurosis
No, don't search for me / I'm not coming home, don't waste your
Time, I was blind to the needs of the land, I must
Travel, seek truth, seek as far as I can
But if these dried up bones / should fail me before I can
claim up the names of those dusty black tomes
I'll bury my shame, feed the worms all alone
and I'm not coming home, I'm not coming home.
I'm not coming home. I'm not coming home
Blackest of books / Grant me your knowledge and wisdom
Unrivalled in sapience, and none may challenge your winsome
Your libraries go on forever
I surrender myself / to the demons I once cursed.
If I cannot have power, then how can oblivion be any worse?
My family, I leave you this letter.
No, don't search for me / I'm not coming home, don't waste your
Time, I was blind to the needs of the land, I must
Travel, seek truth, seek as far as I can
But if these dried up bones / should fail me before I can
claim up the names of those dusty black tomes
I'll bury my shame, feed the worms all alone
and I'm not coming home, I'm not coming home.
I'm not coming home. I'm not coming home
Blue heavens, blue heavens, why do you grey?
Found a rope in the tree and a crown in the hay
Wolves they call they follow me home
There´s a knife in my hand but I'm still throwing stones
Stones that I'm throwing, they turn into maggots
Am I running from beasts or just from bad habits?
Like the turn of the wheel. Like the cold of the steel
Ain't no use for the crying in the den of the lion
King of fool scepter and crown
Sat on his throne like a god looking down
Full of holes he still seems to float
Weighted by lead that was tied to his throat
Hands of glass see through and clear
Cannot be seen by the ones he holds dear
Heir to woe with a burden to hold
Now goes hungry for seeds sold for gold
Cigarette filters made up his sheets
Try as he might he could not find sleep
Soul was taken tied to a mast
Put there for judgment and wait for to cast
Put there for judgment and wait for to cast
Like the turn of the wheel. Like the cold of the steel
Ain't no use for the crying in the den of the lion
Like the turn of the wheel. Like the cold of the steel
Ain't no use for the crying in the den of the lion
Blue heavens, blue heavens, why do you grey?
Found a rope in the tree and a crown in the hay
Found a rope in the tree and a crown in the hay
I hit him hard and made it known he wasn't gonna make it home
No matter how much he might disagree
I suddenly I saw it in his eyes when it clicked
The last thing he was gonna see was me
And fear is such a funny thing
We wear it like a diamond ring
With promises we never plan to keep
I swear that if you let me go and so and so but tears are only water
And water is cheap
Mirror mirror on the counter, covered in fine white powder
What the hell is fair at all?
So I'll take a drop for every hour shе'll never dance
Hidе a piece in every city she'll never see
I know that this won't make it better
But I don't want to live without her
So the last drop, the last drop is for me
I never thought there'd be a day I didn't get to hold my daughter
Terrified knowing that I'd never come to terms with this at all
I never knew how much a man could hate until I read that letter
And like you said, none of us are saints, if I recall
I never knew how patient I could be until I watched you bleed
There's nothing I can take from you that means what she did to me
Every word from your fucking mouth
Is like bringing wood to a burning house
And we'll be here all night 'til ashes are all we breathe
So I'll take a drop for every hour she'll never dance
I'll hide a piece in every city she'll never see
I know that this won't bring her back
And I'll never find relief
So the last drop
Oh, the last drop
The last drop is for me
I know it's true
It's all because of you
And if I make it through
It's all because of you
And now and then
If we must start again
Well, we will know for sure
That I will love you
Now and then
I miss you
Oh, now and then
I want you to be there for me
Always to return to me
I know it's true
It's all because of you
And if you go away
I know you'll never stay
Now and then
I miss you
Oh, now and then
I want you to be there for me
I know it's true
It's all because of you
And if I make it through
It's all because of you
You were looking down at them, they were looking down at you.
You were starched and pressed, they were all disheveled.
They were holding hands, they were ragamuffins and
They said "I know we're not fancy, but we're on the same level."
We've got plans, big plan, we're gonna change the world.
All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense.
All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze, make
Money, feel spent and...
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
Day after day after day after day after day.
Then you looked at them without batting an eye and said
"Hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly.
Why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie dye,
Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign.
You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change,
Aren't you and all your little friends exactly the same?
You sit around at potlucks pointing fingers, placing blame,
Drinking kombucha, and eating tempeh."
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
Day after day after day after day after day.
If you are judging them while they are judging you,
And you think that makes them assholes, maybe you're an asshole too.
Do we argue with each other 'til we both turn blue,
Or find similarities in what we like and what we do?
Yeah, just because someone does not look like me,
Doesn't mean that they are a clone or a sheep.
Maybe they like their job and they're living their dream,
And they love their friends and their family.
Yeah, some people thrive between nine and five,
And feel like they're choking if their neck's not tied
And some people feel as if they're gonna die
If their seams aren't straight and their shoes aren't tied.
Some people like business, some people like numbers,
Some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers,
And only feel free with their hands in the dirt
In a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt.
Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss,
some people, without one, feel totally lost.
To make this world work it takes all different kinds.
We all have different tastes, different strengths, different minds,
So it doesn't make sense to generalize
And it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes.
We need more compassion, we need to be kind.
If you open your heart you might like what you find.
'Cause there are some nice bus drivers,
and there's some mean bus drivers,
And there are some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin.
And there's some nice teachers, and
there's some mean teachers,
Just because you have mean teachers, doesn't mean all teachers suck.
And no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time.
Think about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you,
like maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside,
Or maybe they got in a fight with
someone that they really like or
Maybe they are really shy and don't know how to socialize,
They just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified
But if we learn to empathize the resentments will vaporize,
Situations metamorphize before our very eyes.
Then the need to stereotype will become outdated when we realize that everyone
Is really complicated.
We are all so complicated. We are all so complicated.
I am also complicated. I am also complicated.
I'm a black mama lactivist, a home-owning punk.
It's been over a decade since the last time I got drunk.
I drive a minivan and I've got junk in the trunk.
I think Danny Devito is a total hunk.
I like revisiting the shit my therapist helps me remember.
Being friends with someone for a long time, still not knowing their gender.
I fight for equal rights and I fight for inner peace.
I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need.
I've got chickens in my backyard and a little garden plot.
I really hate commercials but I got a slap-chop, 'cause
I'm a sucker for a remix, let me tell you what,
By the time that I am finished, you're gonna love these nuts.
I'm a little bit pop culture, a lot bit D.I.Y.,
I don't know the definition of T.M.I.
I write poems about my period, post pictures of my log,
If you don't like body functions then you shouldn't read my blog.
My husband's a musician from the mountains in France,
He wrote me a song, we did interpretive dance,
Then he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid,
Yeah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did.
And I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates,
I get a little high when I eat dried dates.
I feel like I'm unloading when I'm loading up the car.
I feel like I'm exploding when I'm holding my guitar.
I don't understand what numbers have to do with success
Or what sales have to do with happiness
Unless they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea,
Where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me.
I never thought I'd make it to 25, now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive.
If I ever need a tour bus, I'm still gonna drive,
'Cause I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by. Yeah, looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
Now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive
And I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by.