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• Artiste: Gazillion
• Titre: They Call Us Pirates
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I still can't believe the captain made us leave Ten PM New Year's Eve we cast off together but we ring it in alone Breathe -- I wear my anger on my sleeve, but blood and salt and ink Don't fight against the weather, though they're all wrapped around my bones like skin And with my tasks under my thumb And a flask filled up with gin A pen and a clear conscience Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum We climb aboard like true believers to lifted by the trek We dive down deep and breathe the sea, but we've got ropes around our necks Our souls are torn, our ears are bleeding -- they've been cut apart by lies We're cursed and blamed and made ashamed every time one of theirs dies at sea But I've got tales to be believed, and we've got our secrets to keep And I'll trust no-one unless there's nothing left but bone Because when one of us dies, he dies alone They call us pirates, but we call ourselves optimistic They send out their sirens, but we steer clear and they stay distant We never even got the chance to wipe the blood off of our hands We open our windows and let their shining eyes peer in We welcome them, friend after friend, as they step through the door We stole from them stories to tell and we tell them and tell them and grin And as we usher them out, well their ffaces were friendly no more And now, they've got their hands outstretched and waiting, and with tension in their chests We spit our fictions out straight-faced, but with our intentions bent The swelling belly of the beast is where we keep our secrets Oh, sweet salvation when it splits and sets free all my reservations and regrets They call us pirates, but we call ourselves pioneers We blaze the trails they take in hell, and we've been doing it for years They call us pirates, but we call ourselves troubadours We tell them tales of great white whales and deep sea things that came before And we believe wholeheartedly in our charts and in our maps Each time we breathe they fear our siege, but they ain't seen nothing yet. And when we meet they all agree to spill out blood, however black They spit and scream, they call us thieves -- damn right, we take hearts and we don't give 'em back They call us pirates, but we call ourselves debonaire A flash of smile is baring teeth, we tell them things that they believe Sure as the sea's deep, they call us friends The ones that always let you down, the ones that always sell you out, the ones that always disappoint you in the end