#;; giving hell to every halyard you can (threads)

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Brown Bird - "Bilgewater"

Bilgewater Brown Bird Salt For Salt, "2011"

It don't matter if the cold wind blows I'm gonna wind up working in the thick of it Sunshine through the rain and snow There's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

That's just the waves slamming against the topsides' sound Don't let the ever rolling motion go and get you down Don't let it shake your steady thread cutting hand Keep stealing ribbons from the steel and giving hell To every halyard you can

In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all, I will face it all In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all, I'll embrace it all

When every day's like a war between the will to go on And a wish that the world would spiral into the sun Turn your head toward the storm that's surely coming along

If the sun was always shining and our load always light We'd be shaking like a leaf with every God given night And we'd break under the weight of any pressure That was ever applied

Will you be ready when the straw boss calls? He's got an ever loving bone to pick with one and all Don't let his condescension get you down Just have the strength to know you're wrong And when you're right, the strength to stand your ground

In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all, I will face it all In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all, I'll embrace it all

is like a war (To fight it all) you find no strength (I will face it all) from your usual source (In spite of all) there's no peace (the wherewithal) there's no rest (To fight it all) your fortitude is feeling (I will face it all) put to the test (In spite of all) when every day is like a war

between the will to go on (To fight it all) and a wish that the (I will face it all) world would spiral into the sun (In spite of all) turn your head toward the storm (the wherewithal) that's surely coming along

If the sun was always shining and our load always light We'd be shaking like a leaf with every God given night And we'd break under the weight Of any pain that ever came in this life

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It don't matter if the cold wind blows I'm gonna wind up working in the thick of it Sunshine through the rain and snow There's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below That's just the waves slamming against the topsides' sound Don't let the ever rolling motion go and get you down Don't let it shake your steady thread cutting hand Keep stealing ribbons from the steel and giving hell To every halyard you can In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all I will face it all In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all I'll embrace it all When everyday's like a war between the will to go on And a wish that the world would spiral into the sun Turn your head toward the storm that's surely coming along If the sun was always shining and our load always light We'd be shaking like a leaf with every God given night And we'd break under the weight of any pressure That was ever applied Will you be ready when the straw boss calls? He's got an ever loving bone to pick with one and all Don't let his condescension get you down Just have the strength to know you're wrong And when you're right the strength to stand your ground In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all I will face it all In spite of all the wherewithal To fight it all I'll embrace it all When everyday is like a war You find no strength from your usual source There's no peace, there's no rest Your fortitude is feeling put to the test When everyday is like a war between the will to go on And a wish that the world would spiral into the sun Turn your head toward the storm that's surely coming along If the sun was always shining and our load always light We'd be shaking like a leaf with every God given night And we'd break under the weight Of any pain that ever came in this life

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BROWN BIRD ;; SALT FOR SALT LYRIC STARTERS

Here’s several lyrics from Brown Bird’s album Salt For Salt that should work as great starter prompts.  No, these aren’t whole songs, just bits I’ve picked through that make the most sense as sentences, so enjoy, I guess. Cut for length. "I've worked my fingers to the bone." "Not a pretty little penny have I got to show." "I ain't looking for much, just a little bit of rest by the side of the road." "I lift my voice to the forces above." "Ain't I been a good, hard-working faithful servant and son." "Work is what you are when you're breathing in and out." "So swing down that sledgehammer through the wood." "A little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good." "Get up off the ground." "You can lay down when the day is done." "The harbor is teeming with commerce and crime." "I own only what owns me." "This place ain't my home, but I'm calling it mine." "Will the admiral answer?" "It don't matter if the cold wind blows." "I'm gonna wind up working in the thick of it." "There's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below." "That's just the waves slamming against the topside's sound." "Don't let the ever rolling ocean go and get you down." "Don't let it shake your steady thread-cutting hand." "Keep stealing ribbons from the steel and giving hell to every halyard you can." "To fight it all, I will face it all." "To fight it all, I'll embrace it all." "Turn your head toward the storm that's surely coming along." "Will you be ready when the straw boss calls?" "He's got an ever-loving bone to pick with one and all." "Don't let his condescension get you down." "You find no strength from the usual source." "There's no peace, there's no rest." "Your fortitude's feeling put to the test." "Winter caps the rooftops." "My world is so small, inside our cozy walls." "This deafening quiet may grasp around my chest." "I will pry its bony fingers free." "The earth is thrown asunder." "I can't make my mood match the weather." "I can't make the weather do what I want." "So I've resigned myself ot pry that big ol' sun out of the sky." "I will live my days in darkness til I die." "I tried to be good, I was a failure." "So I took to taking all the good men down." "It wasn't hard to do, I just huffed and puffed and blew." "You could be right." "They might come for me at night." "In angry mobs with torches bright outside my door." "For all my spite, I might never win the fight." "But I will rage against the light forever more." "I drank the blood of angels from a bottle." "Just to see if I could call the lightning down." "It hasn't struck me yet." "And I would wage my soul to bet that there ain't no one throwing lightning anyhow." "Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over." "You get to thinking fate's got different plans." "Maybe I'm not born to die." "But to bring darkness to the sky." "Pull that goddamn sun down any way I can." "The hopelessly tender-hearted tend to sing the loudest of love." "But my sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie." "You've told your last white lie." "Everything is not alright." "You hope.  You pray." "You love the light of day." "But there's no one up there listening tonight." "Ebb and flow." "The waves' reflection of our lights." "How small I am in this wide world." "How a mind can come unfurled." "If I should die out here at sea." "Would anyone be mourning me?"

"Salt for salt and bone for bone." "If it fools your God, then your God has no eyes." "Your costume can't cover what your eyes expose." "The more you ignore, the more pain you feel." "The air is thick with the thoughts you conceal." "The whole world's undressing in front of your eyes." "Come my way and hurry along." "I'll take you soaring with the angels and gods." "Leave your prison chains on the wall." "You'll live forever, and you'll never fall." "First you writhe with the worries there under your skin." "Then you're paralyzed by the silence within." "Your nightmares may drown in your pools of denial." "They seep out 'tween your teeth with each smile." "I heard the thunder and lightning." "You sent the whole world away." "And now you huddle there alone in your tower of tears." "Your poison blood and brittle bones start to clatter and crack." "Catch hell from the mighty and high." "Ain't nowhere left for the good to go." "Be sure to breathe in deeply every bit of sin." "We were hard-hearted heathens." "Our time has ceased with such sorrow." "We'll just lie here clothed in our sheepskin." "Then from her hair grew forty serpents." "From her mouth came forty voices." "I tried my best to calm her down." "There wasn't any of her left but evil now." "She grabbed me by the bones and shook my flesh." "The sun won't cast no shadow no more." "Not even sure just where it is I am right now." "There's only darkness and the absence of any air that I could breathe." "I could've sworn that I was warned." "But how could anyone believe?"

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@macabrescribbler | xx

“My bet’s on most likely.”  There’s a pause as he paces around the suitcase just lying there in the middle of the lane, nudging it with a booted foot.  His mouth twitches in a suppressed smile, and he glances up, adding:

“You open it.”

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It’s close enough now he can almost taste it.  Hell, really, does not begin to describe the last ten years of his existence, because if this is truly Hell, then he has absolutely nothing to fear from the afterlife.  He’s already lived it, an agony of being a part of the world, and yet separate, and there’s nothing the Devil himself can throw at him at this point that could make him quake or cower.  It’s here - that sixth sense they’ve all developed to the call of the cursed gold has never once led them astray, and if it is in any way reachable, his crew will find it.  Of that he has no doubt.

There’s been a valiant effort by the fort to sight the Pearl, and so far it’s failed - he’ll thank his lucky stars and her dark color for that, because he’s not such a fool that he would have attacked Port Royal head on in daylight.  Too well defended, too well guarded, containing a governor as it does, and being a seat for the Royal Navy but...This.  This has almost been too easy.  He’ll admit that.  But he’s come too far, they’re all too close to being free of this wretched curse, that he won’t question the turn of luck in their favor.

When a boat arrives and is hooked to the tow lines he’s hopeful, because this early means the gold has been easy to find, and that’s fine by him.  Finding the child of Billy Turner, however...That will be something else, but one thing at a time, he thinks, as he makes his way down from the quarterdeck to the main, to see what the lads have brought.

It quickly becomes apparent, however, as the boat is hauled upward, his crew it is not, and instead someone who either has no sense of self-preservation, or no brains with which to grease their skull.  There’s a clatter as numerous swords are unsheathed, because while this fool has either been stupid or brave enough to make his way out here, and Hector knows his crew is painfully aware that none of them can die, but this little fop can, sometimes a bit of saber rattling is all one needs to make a point.

“Well, it do seem we have ourselves a guest.”  There’s a hint of a laugh at that, though it is by no means a pleasant one, and Hector leaves his sword where it is for the moment, in his baldric.  “You’re either brave or stupid to board this ship, so state your business, and inform us of which, before we send you back to that lot ashore as a message.”

@lxrdbeckett : starter call ( set one ) ( set two )

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@igneacor : sc.

“There be things forbidden by the Code for a reason, and I’ll not be risking life, limb, crew, and ship to go chasing after more fairy tales.”

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tag drop 1/???

it’s happening hold on to your panties.