The Harbor Is Yours

Dead men tell no tales
Up push the daisies ?til the soil is stale
In the powder blue tux for the farmer sale
Mr. Big Sleep with the carp and kale

Once upon a time in the days of yore
When the people lived fresh out of legend and folklore
There was an old pirate who pilot a vile slang
Had a bird perched on him that swashbuckle the same

Peg leg navigate him starboard to port
By the nautical starry night yelling ?the harbor is yours?
And you should tell him where you situate the gold
That is unless you'd like a vacation with Davy J-J-J-Jones
Like walk, plank for whom the shark thank
Maroon the mutineers, consume the souvenirs
And while the shiny spoils piled higher every year
He was suffocating slow in the box of a buccaneer

10 summers prior on a night like this
Crow's nest scope something afloat to the boat's west
Swore it blew him a kiss
When he focused seen the face of an angel upon the body of a f-f-f-fish
What the heck, frazzled, his telescope shattered, gathered himself
She was ghost, he was down the rope ladder to deck
Circle the vessel to 360 swiftly
Found nothing in the water but salt, piss, and whiskey
Yar, heckled by the swabbies at the bar
He'll be the laughing stock of the barbary coast war like
?This dude either got 2 glass eyes,
or he's wearing his patch on the wrong s-s-s-side?

Now he knew what he saw, but had to prove he was raw
So he raped, and he pillaged, and he feud and he brawl
Tried to re-kindle his rep via sabers and gun-smoke
And vowed to always find her, though he never told his cut throats
Meanwhile back in the now, got a brand new skeleton crew on the move out
When they aren't manning 30 burning cannons stern to bow
They are prying shiny metals out your m-m-m-mouth
Ok, youth weans, oldage holler wisdom and disease
Like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed
And he was achy from the boots to the feather in his hat
?til his quarter-master showed up with a stolen treasure map
One look down and leapt off the dock
See if you can guess where X marked the spot
The capital was buried at sea in a cursed cave
Only one mile from where he'd seen the mer-mer-mer-maid

Anchors up, hoist the jolly roger, thank you much
Day and night with his hook hands raised and clutched
But see the vitamin deficiency was strong
So by the time they bumped into the island he could barely lift his grog
Crawled off the boat, collapsed in the sand
Prayers in the air sea shells in his hand
And nary a high tide so grand
As the one that put the lady of the lake on dry l-l-l-land

And i wish i could tell you that it ended happy
Pretend like his bones weren't practically snapping
Pretend like her gills didn't dry up and suffer
But that's a half-dead pirate and a fish out of water,
No lie, scout's honor, got a million more
From the burgundy lighting above the shores of whores
Before your visions of grandeur go to swell those sails
Remember dead men tell no t-t-t-tales.


source: Songteksten.nl

turntable(s): DJ Big Wiz
lead vocals: Aesop Rock
guitar: Allyson Baker
additional guest vocals: Rob Sonic
bass guitar: Carson Binks
mixer: Joey Raia
additional producer:
Producer: Blockhead
lyricist:
Language: english
Mood: Reflective; Brooding; Intense; Confrontational; Literate; Searching; Fun; Quirky; Ambitious; Hostile; Rebellious; Nocturnal; Elaborate
Theme: Night Driving; Hanging Out; Rainy Day
Style: Alternative Rap; Underground Rap