Intro
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Verse
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Cast off from the docks onto boundless seas
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There are shops to be stocked there are mouths to feed
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Every town needs Neptune's bounties
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But bringing them aground Well it's down to me
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For the flounders bream crabs cod and mackerel
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Can't outcompete man rod and tackle
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And the salmon and the wrasse barracuda and the bass
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Are all grouped up with the groupers – and a profithaggled
Chorus
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What's it worth to get your earnings from a sturgeon on a pole
D
There's a lot of soulsearching when you're searching for a sole
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No man is an island but I'm fine with playing the role
Db7
Living life on the horizon it can really take a lot
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What do you want to risk to get a fishy
D
Thereupon a little dishy when the boat comes in
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It's a mystery but I'm pretty sure a big gun up and hit me
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Took a nibble and he broke something
Verse
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I'll take tea with a spot of hake please
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Some chips baked beans and a blob of HP
Db
Love craft and skill let you dominate the seas
Db7
Tough graft won't kill but a gob of great teeth
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Might take you by surprise as you're scraping up the muck
D
No saying what you'll find so it pays to have a look
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Hauling trinkets all aglimmer or just fishing up some dinner
Db
Sure I ain't much of a singer but I'm great with catchy hooks
Chorus
Gbm
Neath tides of bleak and briny
D
In that bed where fortunes sleep
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Secrets lie beneath for finding
Db7
Weaving dread and silt for sheets
Gbm
In the lambent lamp of phantoms
D
Flotsam all are we in time
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Can you fathom what the fathom's
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Blackened chasms have to hide deep in the brine
Verse
It takes the correct person to live off the brine
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But I'm great at networking and my job's online
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Sure you'll maybe get herding up the lobsters fine
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But your fate is less certain with an ominous shrine
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No that can't be what I'm seeing
Chance it's just something I've eaten
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A mirage or perhaps my bleedinglooking glass just needs a cleaning
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Heck the hardiest of seamen can lose the faculties of an evening
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It's a fact of life at sea But I'm still grappling with the feeling
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That there's something coming after me there's whispers in the tides
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That crystalize in ocean foam of shifting infinite eyes
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Their ebbs and flow obsidian in the twisted pitch of night
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Or are the depths below abyssal mirrored in the skies
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Blow it I'm a man of reason Won't get caught in superstition
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The bloke who can't keep track of real isn't a lot of use for fishing
Db7
But these catches that I've reeled in are so rotten putrid writhen
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Sallow shadows from the shallows risen withered and unbidden
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From depths immortal chest enshrined abreast horizon's sprawl
Gb7
Who's Every crest a breath I ride in endless rise and fall
Gb7
A beating heart relentless scribed as tendrils strike the hull
Gb7
And each part descendant chimes the yen of the siren's call
Gb7
Each swell imparts unspoken names as waves and senses break
Gb7
As rudder carves an open vein is left gaping in our wake
Gb7
Though tokens raised from soaking graves may yet a fortunemake
Gb7
I fear for what the ocean claims in place of what we take
Chorus
Gb7
What's to find
Harrowed craft
Gb7
'cross the lines
Shadows cast
Gb7
Hoist your nets
Raise your pots
Gb7
All is death
Plague and rot
Gb7
Hard to port
Hard astern
Gb7
Matters nought
Where you turn
Gb7
Compass spins
Stars have fled
Gb7
We are all
Dead ahead
Gbm
Neath tides of bleak and briny
D
In that bed where fortunes sleep
Db
Secrets lie beneath for finding
Db7
Weaving dread and silt for sheets
Gbm
In the lambent lamp of phantoms
D
Flotsam all are we in time
Db
Can you fathom what the fathom's
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Blackened chasms have to hide deep in your mind
What's to find
Harrowed craft
Db
'cross the lines
Shadows cast
Db
Hoist your nets
Raise your pots
Db
All is death
Plague and rot
Db
Hard to port
Hard astern
Db
Matters nought
Where you turn
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Compass spins
Stars have fled
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We are all
Dead ahead
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