and lighthouses did warn of woeful shores
while surveying sailors would blindly opine
that this was no cause to reverse the oars
The pirate-captain saw the tower
Light found his unpatched-eye and struck it
Then silver-tongued, he spoke hour after hour
musing his crew with jokes of how that tower
had reminded him of a man from Nantucket...
A shipwreck-saloon
now stands on the sands
where survivors are marooned
Monotonous dub-step
washes over the stranded shore
drowning-out the warning-waves
as strobe-lights pulse from vacant towers
blinding the dark and stagnant-sea
These shipwrecked-sounds
just as the siren-songs of lore
urge mariners in mass toward graves
with lyrics lamenting their murky powers
to obscure what knights could see
Sea-legs stumble upon a dance-floor/shore
as raiders scavenge for whatever booty
they can sneak out the tavern doors
while others give their last gold nugget
to be entertained by the local who-ares
that knew something about a man from Nantucket...
In a lighthouse made dim forevermore
performs a clown with this cheap old puppet
that makes castaway crowds below him roar
He drinks and the dummy sings a sordid score
or something about a man from Nantucket...
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