Astronautalis - Two Years Before the Mast lyrics

Two years spent before the mast And no one knows the secrets that we're hiding If word got loose, you'd face the lash And thirteen loops would hold me fast and silent Things are not always as they seem to be Outside us Devil got poor Persephone But they can't take They can't take you from me They can't take you from me Can't take you from me Can't take you from me Mr. Jones done made a mistake, it's all business There's worse thing than the watery grave with Poricthys I found her behind a barrel of grain in the hold, listless A hollow, half-hearted, dismayed, frayed princess I guess I've gone soft in my age, they call it instinct The rebels get the devil to pay her, the cat hissing Gonna start, I know I oughta send her to the brig But strongest, not scared, and still bothered with calm winds And all things aren't what they seem to be and Small walls separating Earth from Eden One rib did give Eve a meaning And one snip might could keep a secret With the short hair there and a change of clothing Fit right in and work soak and oakum Four fortnights she'll annul with the opium I might slip by, but for her and bosun Two years spent before the mast And no one knows the secrets that we're hiding If word got loose, you'd face the lash And thirteen loops would hold me fast and silent Things are not always as they seem to be Outside us Devil got poor Persephone But they can't take They can't take you from me Clip of the shears Twist of her hair To the air, handsomely 'Til it floated down among the clouds Reflected on the gla**y sea And the winds disappear Stripped almost bare Bathed in a transfixed state And all things are what they seem to be She floated next to me Just out of reach There is no knot so steadfast It won't go broke in the middle of monsoons Your hope don't show, waiting, watching With wet lips, your clothes soaked through Blinded mine to the red sky and oxide clouds Living just as a plasmid amidst lines and booms Coupled up with abstinence and stolen looks We broke our pledge against the bulkhead as the world pitched Pulled to your sh** with soft needs and the soap stone Now Mr. Jones is the poor soul who walked into a tempest And this time two poor fools Give them a whipping and head sail quirks quick lose The best men can end when the storm rolls through So we paid our keep For the sin of a reckless dream In the seam where secrets sleep Between me, her, the Devil and the deep blue sea Two years spent before the mast And no one knows the secrets that we're hiding If word got loose, you'd face the lash And thirteen loops would hold me fast and silent Things are not always as they seem to be Outside us Devil got poor Persephone But they can't take They can't take you from me They can't take you from me Can't take you from me Can't take you from me