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The Salt in the Hold

from Flood of Fire by The ParkPark Rangers

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I sailed out of Pugwash
Rode low with the tide
Spent three months at sea
With no landing in sight

The waves rolled me over
In the brine and the cold
But the ocean is nothing
To the salt in my hold

When the trade winds blow wimdy
And the ports are all closed
There's nowhere to turn
With all the salt in the hold


The Sun 2 beat down
On the deck where I lay
As I tried to get back
For opening day

I sat becalmed while the
Season turned round
When I returned home
There's no berth to be found

The weather's been fair
When I'd wished it to blow
There's naught to be done
With the salt in the hold


Now I wander lonely
In the cold latitudes
Sour grapes for drinking
And crow pie for food

The whole wide world over
I doomed me to roam
'Cause I'm overladen
With the salt in my hold

It's not what'll cure me
When the moss turns to mold
There's nothing to earn
From all the salt in the hold

When the trade winds blow wimdy
And the ports are all closed
There's nowhere to turn
With all the salt in the hold

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from Flood of Fire, released April 2, 2021
by Monthenor

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