1.Pirate Looks at 40
Mother, mother ocean
I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters
Since I was three feet tall
Cause you've seen it all
You've seen it all
I watched the men who rode you
They switched from sails to steam
And in your belly, you hold the treasures
Few have ever seen
Most of them are dreams
Most of them are dreams
Well, yes I am a pirate
A few hundred years to late
The cannons don't thunder
There's nothing to plunder
I'm an under forty victim of fate
Arriving too late
Arriving too late
I've done a bit of smuggling
Well, I've run my share of grass
I've made enough money to buy Miami
But I pissed it away so fast
It's never meant to last
It's never meant to last
Well, I've been drunk now for over two weeks
I've passed out and I've rallied and I've sprung a few leaks
But I've gotta stop wishin'
I've gotta go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again
With just a few friends
Just a few friends
With just a few friends
Just a few friends
2.F-Stop Blues
Hermit crabs and cowry shells
Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
He's waving at you
Lift him up to see what you can see
He begins his focusing
He's aiming at you
And now he has cutaways from memories
And close-ups of anything that
He has seen or even dreamed
And now he's finished focusing
He's imagining lightning
Striking sea sickness
Away from here
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to
Everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now
Driftwood floats, after years of erosion
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
Quicksand steals my shoe,
Clouds bring the f-stop blues
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to
Everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now
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