2002-10-07 - 3:18 p.m.
don't worship the devil
don't worship yourself
don't worship some book
that you keep on your shelf
.
for you've been created
to worship just one
this will quell things you've hated
and intensify fun
.
for you pilot your vessel
and you steer at the helm
you rely on the trestle
so please strengthen your realm
.
you cannot be responsible
for others' sinking ships
and you're known by every syllable
that issues from your lips
.
so you raise your colors high
and hail to each, "ahoy"
you train your guns and load em, why?
to protect that cargo, boy!
.
and what is love? you wonder.
is it touchy feely junk?
is it something that we plunder?
perhaps a lifeboat when we're sunk?
.
I say it is none other
than a bond that keeps us true
and if I had my druthers
it would be my wish for you
.
for I want you strong, sea-worthy
and I want you to be free
but more than any other thing
I want you close to me
.
because I trust my own volition
yes, I trust my heart for you
and I pray that each transmission
lets you know my love is true
.
so if you're sails get ragged
and you're seeking port-of-call
send that S.O.S. and tag it
with your mermaid protocal
.
you won't be disregarded
you'll be safe within my shores
we will plot your tours unchartered
we will plug those wormwood bores
.
we'll de-barnacle those hull planks
and strengthen platitudes
we'll restock your kegs with drinks
recall those ol' horse latitudes
.
where sargasso weed did stall you
where you jettisoned your horses
where the sirens tried to call you
to the end of all your courses
.
But you're here now,
safe and sound,
And my kiss upon your cheek
Shall ever celebrate what's found
You're my soul mate
Can't you see?
.
And I'll ever bless the fate,
The winds that brought your ship to me
From the terror of the wake
From your storms upon the sea
.
Yes, I'll ever bless the fate
That brings your vessel back to me
.
.
.
So in your travels
Look to the stars
In your unravels
Of sails and scarves
Don't curse the heavens
Quiet the storm
And set your sextant
T'where seas are warm
Remember always
those days back when
our words carressed the balmy shores
when we were friends
You are welcome anytime
my pirate soul
And I pray that everytime
you lose control
That the God of land and sea
Will direct you back to me
Be it dolphin escortee
Or some new technology
Till then, farewell
Godspeed from hell
Let all the serpents
of the 7 seas foretell
Of weather fare
and clear night air
and balmy winds to guide
your journey to my side.
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