Mavi Graves: Music

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Well the sky was brown and times were hard.
I was having a drink near the container yard.
There was a rumor of employment.
I heard it from a friend of a friend.
There is a new ship called the Mary Whalen,
a defunct old oil rig.
Seems they need a few good men and women
for a dangerous hunting trip.

But the object of their wrath is more man than beast.
There's no whales left so those lunatics hunt petrochemical convoys.

Well what the hell, I said, and bottoms up, no grave but the sea.

No grave but the sea.

The captain was a mean old gal. Grey-haired and wild-eyed.
She said we've no choice these days but to operate on the outside.
Look alive my men, for there she blows right there off the starboard bow. Be brave my men, victory is ours, the time of reckoning is now.

But they knew we were coming in those waters where dragons be.
And as those scoundrels blew our boat in two, I heard the captain yell abandon ship.

No grave but the sea.

And as I felt the ocean taking my life, I was to the surface born by a selchie, from fisherman tales of yore. Her eyes were black and when she spoke, her words shook me to the core:

Swim, she said, you belong on land. Live, she said, help them understand. Lead, she said, you must take command...

Because the Ice is melting!
The ice is melting!

And when we're lain in our grave, it is deep.
When we're lain in our grave, it is deep.
When we're lain in our grave, it is deep, it is 10,000 leagues.

No grave but the sea.