Fiery Furnaces - Quay Cur lyrics

[Verse 1: Eleanor Friedberger] I had a locket, a little silver charm Given to me for to keep me safe from harm Canva**ing the quayside, trying to earn my keep A k**ick tore it off my neck and threw it in the deep [Chorus 1A] And now I'll never never never feel like I'm safe again And now I'll never never never feel like I'm safe again And now I'll never never never feel like I'm safe again [Verse 2] Up to the quarantine, late night aboard Try to raise our fees, but we get what they afford Busy work below deck, according to form; Waiting for the clear to leave, but then comes up a storm [Chorus 1B] We hid beneath the barrels of blubber hoping that the rain had pa**ed But when the wind kept up the rats cut down the rigging of the mast And then the rust chewed through the anchor chain and out to sea we're cast [Verse 3: Matthew Friedberger] The clouds dried and cracked It was calm and in fact The ship had been towed By sea Dyaks rode So we're sold at Kolaba 'n sent--I let out a sob, a Cry oh no it's disaster T'Ranter Bay Madagascar [Verse 4: Eleanor Friedberger] Great gulps of Greek fire get us in Sling sticks at the stockade of Fort Dauphin A guardsman gave a griffin said grease my duke Down by the chimney and out through the fluke [Chorus 2: Matthew Friedberger] A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel A lungio, lathback made me a proposal: Straight sail, top mast, astrolabe prospected Down in his dry dock, erected, infected Mocked up with silk strings and taffeta tricked With nails out of driftwood already iron sicked Now spy out the gla** at whatever missteps me And the press-gang's warrant's signed Sir Edward Pepsi [Verse 5: Eleanor Friedberger] 'Course it wasn't long till I caught the croup Dawdling on the drizzy deck of my majesty's sloop If only the helmsman would turn from his whip staff With my azimuth compa** I go by the graph Up to the whaling fleet in Gilbert sound Then back in the hull when we come around With one hundred seals and two polar bears Nearly in the harbor without any cares, but then: [Chorus 2: Matthew Friedberger] A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel A lungio, lathback made me a proposal: Straight sail, top mast, astrolabe prospected Down in his dry dock, erected, infected Mocked up with silk strings and taffeta tricked With nails out of driftwood already iron sicked Now spy out the gla** at whatever missteps me And the press-gang's warrant's signed Sir Edward Pepsi [Verse 6: Eleanor Friedberger] Half-hour sandgla** Seven saker round shot Ice for the moonshine And chichsaneg Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow, don't say nugo Tie tight my sugnacoon In comes the tucktodo Aba in aob abinyoh Look awennye Get out my sawygmeg Yliaout, yliaout Weave us on shore Unuiche quoysah Maconmeg And I gave a sasobneg Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow, don't say nugo Tie tight my sugnacoon In comes the tucktodo Aba in aob abinyoh [Chorus 1C: Matthew Friedberger] And now we live by muskles, water weeds, with small relief in store And all the sick men in the Galean were then put upon the shore And on the 22nd we didn't see our general anymore [Verse 7] Down came our trestle-trees, no pitch tar or nails Fore shrouds break no rope we trust Only one shift of sails Drink my Rosa Solis; struck suddenly ahull Yield ourselves we spoomed, my sinews sick, my eyes were dull [Chorus 1D: Matthew & Eleanor Friedberger] [Matthew's Part] And as we cross the equinoctial only five of us could stand And while the capstan without sheets or tacks by all of us was manned And on the 11th day of June ran in at Barehaven to land [Eleanor's Part] And now I'll never never never feel like I'm safe again And now I'll never never never feel like I'm safe again And now I'll never never never feel like I'm safe again