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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such our friends
a across a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth 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 someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of 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 come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
the crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such our friends
a across a lens,
made everything look wrong anywhere we stood
and our away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and heard me louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing outrun
The cloth 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 someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping his mate at the wheel,
floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and we pray we it short
I drank a thimble full of 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 come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as as You
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