Tytuł: Tall Tales, Telltales

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now and again youll remember the sound
  of the sails waving helpless
  the cables wrapping one another into knots so strong
  youre lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath
  a substance so dark yet elementary
  four winds converge upon a point where your compass
  spirals round in useless motions mocking everything
  while bilge collects
  your cupped hands attempt to shovel out the last few inches
  and you plead with the gods but they send you no sign
  hold on sailor, hold on brother
  steady the vessel
  tall tales of ghosts at sail
  they spend the afterlife
  in futile calculation, dead reckoning
  telltales confuse the sails, direction is lost
  the winds will spiral round a listless tapestry
  and youre left all alone under the shine of the moon
  hold on sailor, tighten the cables
  steady the vessel
  its a good life if you dont weaken
  hold on, hold on