he/him
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
A letter of marque came from the king
To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen
God damn them all
I was told we’d cruise the seas for American gold We’d fire no guns,shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett’s Privateers
You are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
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It gets weirder: CNN uploaded the interview with the “plenary authority” comment edited out.
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