Aesop Rock - The Harbor Is Yours lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - The Harbor Is Yours lyrics]
Reeeeeemix! Throw your babies in the air
Dead men tell no tales (Uh, huh)
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
(Here we go)
Mr big sleep with the carp and kelp
Once upon a time in the days of yore
When the people lived fresh
Outta legend and folklore
There was an old pirate
Who piloted vile slang
Had a bird perched on him
And swash buckled the same
Peg leg navigate him starboard to port
By the nautical starry night yelling
"The harbor is yours!"
And you should tell them where
You situate the gold
That is unless you'd like a
Vacation with Davy 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 scopes something afloat
To the boats west swore it blew him a kiss
When he focus 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
Yarr, heckled by the swabbies at the bar
He'll be the laughing stock of
The Barbary Coast War
Like this dude either got two glass eyes
Or he wearing 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
And he feud and he brawled
Try to rekindle his rep via
Sabers and gun smoke
And vowed to always find her though
He never told his cutthroats
(Hey) Meanwhile, back in the now
Got a brand new skeleton crew on the move out
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 old age
Holler wisdom and disease
Like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed
And he was achy from his boots
To the feather in his hat
Until his quartermaster showed up with
A stolen treasure map
One look down and lept off the dock
See if you can guess where X marked the spot
The capital was buried at sea
In a cursed cave
Only one mile from where he'd
Seen the mer-mer-mer maid 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 in his hand
And nary a high tide so grand
As the one that put
The lady of the lake on dry la la la land
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 outta water
No lie, scout's 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 (Uh, huh)
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
(Here we go)
Mr big sleep with the carp and kelp
Dead men tell no tales
Dead men tell no tales
Dead men tell no tales
Dead men tell no tales (Uh, huh)
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
(Here we go)
Mr big sleep with the carp and kelp
Once upon a time in the days of yore
When the people lived fresh
Outta legend and folklore
There was an old pirate
Who piloted vile slang
Had a bird perched on him
And swash buckled the same
Peg leg navigate him starboard to port
By the nautical starry night yelling
"The harbor is yours!"
And you should tell them where
You situate the gold
That is unless you'd like a
Vacation with Davy 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 scopes something afloat
To the boats west swore it blew him a kiss
When he focus 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
Yarr, heckled by the swabbies at the bar
He'll be the laughing stock of
The Barbary Coast War
Like this dude either got two glass eyes
Or he wearing 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
And he feud and he brawled
Try to rekindle his rep via
Sabers and gun smoke
And vowed to always find her though
He never told his cutthroats
(Hey) Meanwhile, back in the now
Got a brand new skeleton crew on the move out
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 old age
Holler wisdom and disease
Like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed
And he was achy from his boots
To the feather in his hat
Until his quartermaster showed up with
A stolen treasure map
One look down and lept off the dock
See if you can guess where X marked the spot
The capital was buried at sea
In a cursed cave
Only one mile from where he'd
Seen the mer-mer-mer maid 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 in his hand
And nary a high tide so grand
As the one that put
The lady of the lake on dry la la la land
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 outta water
No lie, scout's 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 (Uh, huh)
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
(Here we go)
Mr big sleep with the carp and kelp
Dead men tell no tales
Dead men tell no tales
Dead men tell no tales