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this song is based entirely on a lucid dream that Ambrose had in 2010. In the dream a friend of his ,who he used to work with, had compiled a dossier of all the perceived injustices he’d faced in his life, and with that had chartered a small ship to sail it to arctic with the intention of sinking himself and the ship with a blowtorch. But at the end he’s still alive, on the earth, so you never find out whether he does actually sink the ship.
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Hand to torch, or hand to mouth, it’s inconvenient
The freezing weather, chartered boat and dossier
Excuse me privateer, I am excusing myself
And everything I’ve ever done in the name of someone else
Words travel calmly, silently
Your face, the total certainty
The direct route, the correct arc, the path of least resistance
And we’ve got full traction
I made a promise in a half-forgotten dream
That I would take a better slate to all I see
That I would hear you out, that I would hear the truth out
It’s inconvenient
I’m tired and pissed-off, taking a stand
So clean yourself up, so clean semantics up, but you’re a parasite
Hand over the yardstick, the quartermaster’s getting sick
You broke the key in the lock, it was a crime
Straight to the point, you must relent
And did you know that you were only second choice?
These my words to beat you with
Upon this slippery, punctured sphere
And what more could you want?
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