Aesop Rock - The Harbor İs Yours - Sözleri

Dead, men, tell no tales. 

Up push the daisies ‘till the soil is stale. 

In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sail. 

Mister big sleep with the carp and kale.



Once upon a time in the days of yore. 

When the people lived fresh outta legend and folk lore. 

There was an old pirate who piloted a vile slang 

Had a bird perched on him, and swashbuckled the same 

Peg leg navigated starboard to port 

By the nautical starry night yellin' "The harbor is yours!" 

You should tell him where you situate the gold 

That is unless you'd like a vacation with Davey J-J-J-Jones 



Like walk the 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 

Ten summers prior on a night like this 

Crows nest saw something that float to the boats west 

Sword blew him a kiss, and 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 

Circled the vessel 360, swiftly 

Found nothing in the water but salt, piss, and whiskey 

Yargh, heckled by the Swabies at the bar 

He’ll be the laughing stock of the Barbary Coast War 

Like “This dude either got two glass eyes 

Or he’s wearin’ 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’d feud any brawl 

Tried to rekindle his rep via sabers and gun smoke 

And vowed to always find her, though he never told his cutthroats 

Meanwhile, back in the now, 

Got a brand new skeleton crew on the move now 

When they aren't manning thirty burning cannons stern and bow 

They are prying shiny metals out your M-M-M-Mouth 



Okay, youth wanes, holler wisdom n disease like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed 

And he was achy from his boots to the feather in his hat 

‘Till his quartermaster showed up with a stolen treasure map 

One look down and leaped off the dock 

See if you can guess where X mark the spot 

The capital was buried at sea in a cursed cave 

Only one mile from where he'd seen the M-M-M-Mermaid 



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, seashells at his hand 

An area high tide so grand 

It's 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, scouts 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. 



Dead, men, tell no tales 

Up push the daisies ‘till the soil is stale 

In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sail 

Mister Big Sleep with the carp and kelp


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