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Old Tom
08:26
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If you think he's a tall tale, you're wrong.
All he knows, he puts into his songs.
Through their lives, there are hundreds they've sung;
some that tell of the Law of the Tongue.
He's a trickster who weighs near 10 tons.
I assure you he finds it all fun
for an unwritten law's been passed down
that the pod gets to savor the tongue.
Line
wrapping around his tail
sending them down with knives
Common respect or fail
Black
White
and he swims through the tales of our lives
...and the best of them think him their friend
but he thinks of them as of his kin.
And as wild beasts live under the sun
we will follow the Law of the Tongue.
Line
wrapping around his tail
sending them down with knives
common respect or fail
common respect or fail
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Twofold Bay
04:04
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My name's Pendrake, how ye goin'?
Ye look like ye'd be fit fer rowin'.
But on the hunt, if ye fall in,
ye'll be protected by our friends.
They're crackin' smart, and fair o' mind,
and our alliance has stood the test of time.
Put yer back into it 'till our prows all crest the salty light of morning!
Of morning!
Of morning!
They call me Cody Brodiescoat
My shop downtown sells boats & rope
and sundry supplies for the hunt;
Upstairs, a brothel offers lunch.
This tavern is our favorite haunt;
You'll be well-liked, unless you taunt
old Two-Eyed Jones about the fact
that he's got both eyes, and not a patch.
...and I'm Jack Morgan, the machine!
Because I never go to sleep;
I listen for the tails to slap
always up; I never nap!
...and Mrs. Hutcheons-Bruddle here,
she sharpens harpoons into fear
and tips them all with Orca spells
so they stab deep through baleen selves!
Put yer back into it 'till our prows all crest the salty light of morning!
Of morning!
Of morning!
We row out in our boats
We row out in the morning
We work and sweat and toil all through the live-long day
We come back in our boats
We come back in the evening
Now it's time to drink so much that we forget our own names!
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3. |
Hunting Strategies
05:04
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The sea is full of wisdom never heard on land;
whispers of the waves deciphered into truth.
Secrets shatter constantly to mist on sand
from horizons of the past beyond your youth.
They use their tails to make a drum out of our bay.
The clamor draws the bipeds to aid in the pursuit.
Sometimes they seem to hear something deep behind the waves,
like the rolling of the planet at the wet horizon's root.
Oh, if we could only understand their song, and the hints their twisting forms seem to throw off with the spray,
they would sing us all their secrets, and take us along
to the strange and hidden place where they greet the souls of prey.
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4. |
Drowsy in the Hammock
04:12
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5. |
Harry Silks
06:12
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6. |
Rope and Tooth
10:50
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Death lays coiled up in our bright lives
beside the old ocean
Past truths erode into new lies
agreements are broken
What will you tell your grandchildren
about that final day?
Truth cloaked in mists of old rumours
Perhaps that's the best way
Grandad, why was the deal broken?
Complacency and greed
Their trust in us left them open
By our betrayal, they were freed
Ropes bit the tooth of the orca
as he struggled for his due
A man stained the beach with two murders
From these things, the end grew
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7. |
Adrift (fouled prop)
05:56
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