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Sea Birds
04:41
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Voices lost beneath the ocean
Sigh with expectations of their own
Lights deep within the water
Pulse like breath from some great Atlantic lung
Curse this brine, and
God forsake this water
God forsake this ice
I was raised up believing that
God fearing men don't get
Sacrificed
But out here they die
Touch me soft beneath the snowfall
Kiss me hard, and tremble in my arms
Drop off slow like little sea birds
Thinnest air takes breath in heavy blows
Curse this brine, and
God forsake this water
God forsake this ice
I was raised up believing that
God fearing men don't get
Sacrificed
But out here they die
Fall fast and easy down
Beyond the veil, behind the sails
The wind, the sky, the sea,
It's all a little cold for me
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Torn and Bruised
02:37
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I can't feel the bottom
Of the bathtub
Porcelain
There's just sand, it's
quite a way to be caged up, and
See the Henrietta,
She's a broken part of me
Riding low, she isn't
Mine, and that's fine, you know
I won't pretend I've been right
But I will keep fixing holes
Where I see them splinter
'Till you sail away
I'm a squeeze-box father
Always out and back again
I feel one
With the sea, but not with my son
I'm a reckless captain
I'm just a writer, anyway
All is lost, in this
Sea of ice, and the permafrost
I won't pretend I've been right
But I will keep fixing holes
Where I see them splinter
'Till you sail away
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Ocean King
03:35
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I know you're running fast
I know you're scared as hell
And you can hide your face, but James,
You know I'm coming just as well
You'll never find the river
You'll never make the shore
But if I get my way, man, James,
You might make it to the bottom of the ocean floor
You'll see my shadowed eyes
But you won't hear a thing
(There's a ghost in the water!)
So if you're ready to die
I'm ready to spring
I am the Ocean King
I think you know you're wrong
I think you're scared to lose
I think you've known for weeks, and still, James,
You haven't told your crew
There is a moment lost
Between your mind and tongue
When you can weigh the cold regret
Against the water in your lungs
You'll see my shadowed eyes
But you won't hear a thing
(There's a ghost in the water!)
So if you're ready to die
I'm ready to spring
I am the Ocean King
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Luke Williams Salt Lake City, Utah
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