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tell a purpose of folklore
Please define me by my people, that I hold dear
So I can climb inside that easel, and disappear
Please define me by my people,

to pull the rug, things change that's tough, guess it ain't what it was
Fed up I had enough, it's a weird sorta feeling, like getting hit by a bus
What

making back 500
Not a single soul is higher than my mothers
Even when I smoked about 4 or 5 chuggers
See am wavey without the oars an the rudders
Pour 2

've sailed for ages and a day, I cannot find the shore
A wave I made to help me find my way turned back and snapped the oar
My ship can't take much more
I

to live on

I sold my soul and couldn't buy it back
I'm going home
I took a walk and wandered off the track
To oblivion

In spite of how hard I have tried
I

Sunrise by the river
On a cold November day
I saw a paper bag floating by
That was my papa
I saw a violet in the grass
That was my mama
And looking down ha

the oars to get close
Sorry love now they are lost
We are in the hands of currents and storms
A fishing boat takes us back to the beach
I start to sing

the sweat on his brow 
The crew hold their course as they heave at the oars 
Deaf to the sound of their wild captain's roar 
"Turn back, gods damn you all,

are different than before, can't ignore
I'm whipping the foreign
Back to the future, time paradox, leave tire marks like a DeLorean
In the front seat,

pray to Thor

Place shields to armor my back
Tighten your lines leaving no slack
When you're close to shore each man grab their oar
I will take you

alone I'm the sailor
Eye of the storm aye
It's getting congested the ship is infested by swarms
Eye of the storm aye
Recycled inventions already rejected

Yeah I got debt
Swipe of the credit card
Got no regrets
They tell me to stop it now
Tell em who next
Just like by boy Aubrey I'm Upset
Forty thousand

there
Driven by the search
Running from the norms
Riveting the sore
Muscles that I bore
Giving me support
Giving me the love
I need to complicate
Before I

on the past, too numb to speak back. We're each abandoned by the hands of time that set us down to sail circles across a straight line. Sister moon, are we all

up my oar
To sit and watch the world float by

Now I must go
Although it's not home
I hope I can come back soon
To be home again

Island blew their horns (Am9)
Mornings are golden above the splash of my
oars
As I rowed back to our Grampian sloop
But Cuttyhunk beckons with old

I'll never get there alone
Use me like an oar
It's lost in the day
Get back and go someway
I don't know what to do
I'm trying to get back to you

that you know me piss off (Said)
One mixtape two mixtapes three workin' on four
Here comes the battering ram led by condor
Thought I was gonna quit now

I was once like you are now, lost and alone
Couldn't find my way home
In these deep waters I would drown
Far from the shore, in a boat without oars

fearless in a squall
I'd set my shoulders to the oars
Doing what I'd been taught by my Pa
My heart anchored to the shore
We had McStay's soda bread, butter

The old man walked
To the wind weathered dock
With his pail and his pole
And his slicker
And he sang as he rowed
With his proud back bowed
And his oars

It's not, going to stop
I'm trying to hold on
To my little rock,
Whilst I'm battered by waves.

But you can't see, 
From your little cave,
You're

The next day, we go fishing
Him and me
I'm unpacking my sandwich
When he throws me in the water
And beats me with the oars until i drown

Yeah, that'd be

swim fast to the shore
How we get to the beach you ain't pass me the oars, no

Spit the facts all in morse code
Tried to stab me in the back not