Why Monkey - The Sailor

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Smith was a sailor, from the day he was born over a dark raging sea, his skin bare at the storm slipped the unsober hands, of his peg-legged mother nearly spend his first night, at Davy Jones Locker

He was not yet fourteen, when his hands took the wheel steering that double helm, was the best he could feel salt ran through his veins, taste of rum in his smile Oh! the puf of the sails, Oh! the ocean so wide

We´ve seen the hollow void and the edge of the sky The wicked winds of fate let them try try try try What lurks down below, truly no man can know the wicked winds of fate let them blow blow blow blow

The song of the siren, calling like treasure For what lies underwater, there´s no level or measure From the nest of the crow, so blue is his throne Let the old gods come forth, and make themselves known

Let us face lighting, and thunder with grin Hear the crack of the mast, feel the rain in our skin Let us gamble our lives, in the deep ocean’s dice Let Death save our souls, if that be the price

Oh I swear upon the waves here my heart shall lie The wicked winds of fate let them try try try try What lurks down below, truly no man can know The wicked winds of fate let them blow blow blow blow

To hear the ropes moaning, under night’s stellar sky The dance of the deck, as the waves pass us by The squeak of the mice, the creak of the hull to be one with the ship, to be the hands of its soul

I spoke of laying anchor, and saw his face frown He has not once set foot, on safe solid ground So I take another sip, and I hold my peace You see alas on sea, every day is a feast

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