Two Years Before the Mast (feat. Sarah Jaffe)

Two years spent before the mast

And no one knows the secrets that we're hiding

If word got loose you'd face the lash

And thirteen loops would hold me fast and silent

Things are not always as they seem to be

Outside us devil got poor persephone but they can't take

They can't take you from me they can't take you from me

Can't take you from me can't take you from me

Mr jones done made a mistake it's all business

Worse thing than the watery grave with poor rictus

I found and bound a barrel of grain in the hold listless

So hollow half out of dismay frayed princess

I guess I've gone soft on my age they call it instinct

The rebels get the devil to pay her the cat hissing

Gonna start I know I oughta send her to the brig

But strongest not scared and still bothered with calm winds

And all things aren't what they seem to be and

Small walls separating earth from eden

One rib did give eve a meaning

And one snip might could keep a secret

With the short hair there and a change of clothing

Fit right in and work soak and oakum

Four fortnights she'll annul with the ***

I might slip by but for her and boatswain

Two years spent before the mast

And no one knows the secrets that we're hiding

If word got loose you'd face the lash

And thirteen loops would hold me fast and silent

Things are not always as they seem to be

Outside us devil got poor persephone

But they can't take they can't take you from me

Clip of her shears twist of her hair to the air handsomely

'Til it floated down on the cloud

Reflected on the glassy sea and the winds disappear

Stripped almost bare bathe in a transfixed state

And all things are what they seem to be

She floated next to me just out of reach

There is no knot so steadfast

It won't go broke in the middle of monsoons

You both don't show waiting watching

With wet lips your clothes soaked through

Blinded mind of the red sky and oxide clouds

The injustice of feds made in wisconsin

Blooms coupled up with the stem means there's no rain

Once you poked a bridge against the bulkhead the world pitched

Pulled to your sh*t with soft needs and the soap stone

Mr jones is the poor soul who walked into a tempest

And this time two poor fools

Give them a whipping and head sail quirks quick lose

The best men can end when the storm rolls through

So we paid our keep for the sin of a reckless dream

In the scene where secrets sleep

Between me her the devil and the deep blue sea

Two years spent before the mast

And no one knows the secrets that we're hiding

If word got loose you'd face the lash

And thirteen loops would hold me fast and silent

Things are not always as they seem to be outside us

Devil got poor persephone but they can't take

They can't take you from me

They can't take you from me

Can't take you from me can't take you from me