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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons its shell
from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we we it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its seasons its shell
from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing at the jokes told by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and on my glass,
I'd someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we we it short
I a thimble of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the ship of everything we knew
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never you as beautiful as You
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