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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 unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its sheds its shell
our friends
like a across a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing 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 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 what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its sheds its shell
our friends
like a across a lens,
made look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me laughing at the jokes by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning held with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing 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 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 what I it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain with his first mate at the wheel,
floating along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a full of fire and I'm not back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If ever you I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You
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