Lyrics:
3 opened eyes
Mean better sight
See the open door
Let go of the oar
Go through
Can you
We
Stop and we go
Within our row
Led by machine
We are
It's too late to turn around
Oh what I wouldn't give
To stand on solid ground
The wind is howling wild
These oars can't save us now
Just sea, our
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
Cause there ain't no gavels (There ain't no gavels)
By the time I'm 23, wanna ball like I'm Bron
With occasional travels (Go on a trip, aye)
Come up in
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
stupid bitch, ima cyclone
Finna fly across the universe girl don't call my cell phone
14 bad shorties at my crib summoned by my teleport
Tryna steal my
Off the shore to the storm, sales rise at night.
Oars rattle, there’ll be a battle – why it feels so right?
Raiders of the night. Follow the light.
in stables
And golden fleeces could be worse for the wear
But if you ever come to Clifden by sunset
Just before the Autumn rains touch the shore
niggas out with that fuckin' iron
Say
Tiger shoulda took me on his PGA a tour
I put niggas on the floor
I steer the boat like an oar
I bring that shit
more
Father forgive me, I know exactly what the fuck I'm doing
I will not be used by you anymore
I wish you could be happy but you're always at war
I
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
unsure
But I never felt so right in my fucking eyes
When I realized that you're what I live for
You're the oar on my boat that capsized
You're the forty my
I don't wanna row this oar without you
You were a lighthouse to the sea
Your wisdom shone down on the waves
On the waves to help me see
No I don't
Hey man
I could use a little help
I wanna write a verse
But I can't do it by
Myself
I'm writing all these
Words
And I'm tryna make it
Flow
I wanted
for a pair of oars
But they are too large for her hands to grip
And her vessel now is filling up with water
Clinging to the only thing she ever knew
paddle
Through the oars of a board
No one seems to care at all anymore
Gotta get back to the evening
Gotta make back something more
Let me tell you
sold
It's value in the past ten years
Has increased twenty fold
I hope the man
Won't change too much
Oh mister owner please
I'd love to drive by one more
the work flow my mind is moving the oars
And I ain't never gunna stop even when I do make it
I be on the up and up like economic inflation
My feet are
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
whizzing by, and he starts to cry
A hundred feet below that maze of cable in the clouds
Betty Jean's been gone for days, she didn't take her pills
And now
He's bound up by his arms and legs
With no way out but memory
A prisoner on this wayward sea
He sings a lonely melody
Oh my oh my oh my oh my
This
would ache.
Just beyond, torn seine and a broken oar
Lie in a beached and ancient fishing boat.
I think the waves sing of an ancient bird and a lost
Drawn
By a lust for gold
A captain who rode on an old wooden ship
Hoarding fortunes untold
He sailed through the stretch of the vast seven seas
instrumental solo in the song
Two little..
Growing up, I was surrounded by the sounds
Of all the mothers mourning their loss to heaven from this land
Like Hank,
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