Danielson - Bloodbook On The Halfshell lyrics

Rowing, ringing, cares a-flinging As we ride this boat of hide All eagle-eyed and dignified Down the river, across the great divide Words reside At the highest of tides With my bona fide bride She's my Touring guide And, yes, we both do reside On this riverside Where we hide Vacation's a lot of work But here we are with ringing bells And floating on this co*kleshell My pal grins Hugs the wind and sighs We realize With our blank minds aside Only to see the mystery Of many books floating free And those books are free indeed There's one caught in the weed Let's get it Go get that lovely book Let's grab those lovely books Gather up all these books We're getting looks, looks We're getting the looks These lovely, bloody books Arms full of lovely books Freely collecting books We're getting funny looks While we are Stacking, organizing, filing Piling way up high and rising Dewey, dusty decimalizing Sorting, tracking, systemizing Can't believe we found this vintage We now have such great advantage Great, they'll look in our library Let's get going and let us hurry Now, now Now, now Hey, hey, hey What do they say? Collections sit and beg to play Wanting to give And speak with us But neatly packed And nicely put away What to do? For I've heard they are good But we've also been told They can't be understood By simpletons like me And should never be So why try? Crack into all those books The lovely, bloody books We open up these books We're taking looks, looks We're taking a look Time to hit the books The lovely, bloody books Arms full of lovely books Open up all these books It's got the Words of one who made the river Blood that's flowing through the soil I got books, I just don't read them Cleaning scraps up from the table Flipping through with fingers pointing At the letters and the numbers Straining eyes and feeling better Wondering how to be members How now? How now? And I'm turning the page While I'm center stage It is starting to sink And I'm to the brink With my plans in pencil While the vision's in ink What to think? My left brain tells me I'm a fool My right brain tells me it's true, true I only am knowing one thing I like hearing good news It's true, it's true, it's true and it's false Gonna cost myself For these books Taking one second look Gonna call my counselor now He's gonna clear Clear confusion Then explain everything These books steer our ship with good news For now I got nothing to lose My brother remembers A thousand; I can't quote you one line But oh now I shall Know all of your ways With warm co*kles into my heart And dancing to hits And skipping around Around on unsinkable ships