“Listen here, ye fellow slaves—to the bar and drink.
A story to tell, a tale be told, to take ye to the brink
Of death and glory; please heed my story—I beg not for helping hands,
For I am not a captain, you see. I barely am a man.”
I know not where my soul is headed, but I still know what's right;
I never meant to guide free men into uncharted night,
"Yet we board again, dock unknown, and sail by pale moonlight."
Leader of a band of criminals on the high seas,
"We seek the fortune rumored still across the great divide."
Send them home, I cannot do, for then they'll turn on me,
"Yet we find not what we're searching for, instead only lies."
A coward's passing, a deathly lashing, quarrels not for me.
I leave with the contents of my ship and set sail on a warmer breeze.
"We awake to find we are without lead,
Our captain gone, our lives forlorn.
We know now what we seek."
I tell this tale to all who will heed of my fate and final keep—
My ship has sunk, my sails still drawn, yet a lover of the sea.
My men have passed, their souls still go, causing mine to flee.
They seek my bones for revenge.
They'll find them among the many men
Taken by the sea.
I am dug too deep and too far down,
The walls are too steep and I cannot climb out.
My shovel's broke and this hole is dark,
And I cannot revive my buried heart.
The sand, it covers me foot to crown—
Yes, an ocean grave is a dark renown,
And a fitting end for a selfish start,
For such cruel betrayal's a loathsome art.
Then I saw my men standing there, clothes swaying in the waves.
And I shouted, "Fear not! For now you see that you were merely slaves.
"In death you are free, but as for me, I have already paid
The greatest price, I gave up my soul—you have been betrayed."
"We came to bring upon ye a judgment swift and fair,
Death does not a free man make, surely you do not care.
So walk the land forevermore with thine guilty heart.
In the lives of seventy men, you have played the devil's part."
For I took the map,
And I left
All my men
For the sea,
Good as dead,
Out of hope,
Full of dread.
Now it is mine
To be cursed
For my hate,
For the worst
Is the fate
Of a ghost
Of a man,
Once so free,
Now undead.
[Narrator:]
“I tell this tale for all who set sail on such deep and darker breeze.
From the brink of glory, death told my story, eating away at me.
A man is judged not by his skin, but by his men and keep,
So fare thee well, cretins from hell, doomed to roam with me.”
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Okay it is too hard to choose one favorite track but Oak & Ash & Thorn is the first song of TLJ I heard and it's just THE song of the year for me. I am READY for adventures. twofeatheredarrow
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024
