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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 tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades 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 nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that 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, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our paper before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's spinning blades 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 nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never want someone so crass as to want like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that 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, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as beautiful as You
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