The Harbor Is Yours Lyrics - None Shall Pass - Aesop Rock

Dead men tell no tales. 

Up push the daisies 'til the soil is stale 

In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale 

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 a vile slang 

had a bird perched on him that swash buckled the same 

peg leg navigator 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. 

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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 the 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 

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Now he knew what he saw 

But had to prove he was raw 

So he raped and he pillaged and 

and he'd feud and he'd brawl 

try to rekindle his rep via sabers and gun smoke 

and vowed to always find her though he never told his cutthroats 

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 cap 

till his quartermaster showed up with a stolen treasure map 

One look down and leaped off the dock, 

see if you can guess where X marks 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 

And 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 

*scratched* 

Walk the plank into the sea. and splash