Did I mention that Cannibal Sea is a phenomenal pop album? Here’s my guess on the lyrics to The Pride.
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The Pride
Essex Green
When The Pride left the cape
the winds swept the mains
and lines of geese saluted
this stick-and-tree parade
From battle they seem
all war-torn and weak
but they ride the lines right up
or piss in the sea
There’s a war in the glade
they all come in spades
to charge the rise in the eastern tide
sweeping change
But the mistral appears
all sharp in her shears
and they ride the lines right up
or piss in the sea
steady at the rudder
steady at the rudder
swing us ’round, swing us ’round
And the last on the land
they all drop a hand
to celebrate the morning
and relieve in stands
till the last of the fleas go all degrees
well, they ride the lines right up
and piss in the sea
yeah, they ride the lines right up
and piss in