"The Harbor Is Yours" as written by and Ian Bavitz James Anthony Simon....
[Dead men tell no tales.
Up push the daisies till 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 vile slang
Had a bird perched on him and swash buckled the same
Peg leg navigator starboard to port
By the nautical star of male an 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.

Like "walk the plank" for whom the shark thank
Maroon the mutineers consume the souvenirs.
Come all 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!" grabbed for his telescope
Shatter 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

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 battle always find him though he never told 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 aching from his boots to the feather in his cap
Till his quartermaster showed up with a stolen treasure map
One look down and lept off the dock,
See if you can guess where X marked 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
An area high tide so grand it's the one that put the one that put
The lady of the lake on dry la-la-la-land

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 slow those sails
Remember that dead men tell no t-t-t-tales


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"The Harbor Is Yours" as written by James Anthony Simon Ian Bavitz

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    General CommentThese are real lyrics, straight from Aes Rock himself:

    dead men tell no tales, up push the daisies ʻtil the soil is stale, in the powder blue
    tux for the farmer sale, mr. big sleep with the carp and kale.

    once upon a time in the days of yore, when the people lived fresh out of legend
    and folklore, there was an old pirate who pilot a vile slang, had a bird perched on
    him that swashbuckle the same. peg leg navigate him starboard to port, by the
    nautical starry night yelling “the harbor is yours”, and you should tell him where
    you situate the gold, that is unless youʼd like a vacation with davy j-j-j-jones, like
    walk, 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, 10 summers prior on a night like this, crowʼs nest scope
    something afloat to the boatʼs west, swore it blew him a kiss, when he focused
    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 , circle the vessel to 360 swiftly, found nothing in the water but
    salt, piss, and whiskey, yar, heckled by the swabbies at the bar, heʼll be the laughing
    stock of the barbary coast war like “this dude either got 2 glass eyes, or heʼs
    wearing his patch on the wrong s-s-s-side”, now he knew what he saw, but had to
    prove he was raw, so he raped, and he pillaged, and he feud and he brawl, tried to
    re-kindle his rep via sabers and gun-smoke, and vowed to always find her, though
    he never told his cut throats, meanwhile back in the now, got a brand new skeleton
    crew on the move out, when they arenʼt manning 30 burning cannons stern to
    bow, they are prying shiny metals out your m-m-m-mouth, ok, youth weans, oldage
    holler wisdom and disease like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed, and
    he was achy from the boots to the feather in his hat ʻtil his quarter-master showed
    up with a stolen treasure map. one look down and leapt off the dock, see if you
    can guess where X marked the spot, the capital was buried at sea in a cursed cave
    only one mile from where heʼd 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 sea shells in his hand, and nary a high tide so grand as the
    one that put the lady of the lake on dry l-l-l-land, and i wish i could tell you that it
    ended happy, pretend like his bones werenʼt practically snapping, pretend like her
    gills didnʼt dry up and suffer, but thatʼs a half-dead pirate and a fish out of water,
    no lie, scoutʼs 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.
    Batousion April 15, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General CommentSome help on these lyrics. Not sure if these are any more accurate, but I am pretty sure these are right.


    REMIX!

    Dead men tell no tales
    Push the daises till the soil is stale
    ????
    Mister big sleep with the carp and kale

    Once upon a time in the days of yore.
    When the people lived fresh out of legend and folk lore
    There was an old pirate who followed a vile slang
    Had a bird perched on him, that swashbuckled the same
    Peg leg navigated starboard to port
    By the nautical store and they're yellin the harbor is yours.
    You should tell him where you situate the gold
    Unless that is you'd like application with Davey J-J-J-Jones.

    Like walk plank, for whom the shark tank.
    Maroon the mutineers. Consume the souvenirs.
    And while the shiny spoils pile higher every year
    He was suffocating slow in the box of a buccaneer.
    Ten summers prior on a night like this
    Crows nest saw something that float to the boats west.
    Sword blew him a kiss. And when he focused seen the face of an
    Angel upon the body of a F-F-F-Fish.

    .....


    Now he knew what he saw, had to prove he was raw
    So he raped and he pillaged and he?d feud any brawl.
    Tried to rekindle his rep using sabers and gun smoke
    And that?s always fine though he never told his cutthroats.
    Meanwhile, back in the now,
    Got a brand new skeleton crew on the move out
    ????????Cannon, stern, and bow
    They are pouring shiny metals out your M-M-M-Mouth.

    Okay,??????????..and disease like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed.
    And he was achy from his boots to the feather in his hat
    ?Till his quartermaster showed up with a stolen treasure map.
    One look down and leapt off the dock.
    See if you can guess where X marked the spot.
    The capital was buried at sea in the cursed cave
    Only one mile away he seen the M-M-M-Mermaid.

    Anchors up, push the jolly roger way too much
    Day and night with his hook hands raised and clutched.
    But see, the vitamin deficiency was strong
    So by the time they broke into the island he could barely lift his grog
    Crawled off the boat, collapsed in the sand
    Prayers in the air, seashells in his hands
    And nary a high time so grand
    As the one that put the lady of the lake on dry L-L-L-Land

    bombsonenglandon April 10, 2009   Link
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    General Commentfilthy
    Kalikukon September 03, 2009   Link

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