Grotto of the Wired

Cover art and songs by I.Key.

Foley Consultant : Dan Harris.
Seagulls (on tracks 2 and 8) by Dan Harris.

Waylaid

I just needed to drop off a letter
To my one true love
Though it's so embarrassing to say
Whatever, they stopped me

Waylaid again
By the laws and everyone
Don't they know I just want to sail the sea

I just want to roam the lands
So much to see and so much
World to make a part of me

I just needed to do this one thing
But it wasn't any chance
Noone would listen to one such as I
Whatever I would say to them

To be jailed again
By the laws and everyone
Don't they know I just want to sail the sea

I just want to roam the lands
So much to see and so much
World to make part of me

Drop me off in a battle
Drop me off but don't put me at a breakfast table
With guard uniforms discussing all of their christian ways

I just want to sail the sea
I just want to roam the lands
So much to see and so much
World to make a part of me

So much urge cannot be contained
Or so ancient Chinese wisdom used to say

(top)

As long as there is Water

As long as there is water there's hope
As long as there is water there's hope
As long as there's the ocean there are seagulls

I'm in a boat with lots of cheese
I could pretend the boat is made out of cheese
Claw and chew my way through the boards
And make it to the shore

Make it to the port
Make it to my boat
As long as there's the ocean there are seagulls

(top)

We don't Fight We Die

The idiots at the port convey
A notion to deny my claim
But those are still my ship and crew
For as long as I breathe

We don't fight we die
With our heads held high
Don't listen to your better
Walk the plank into the ocean

Now my friend you might not be the man
With the largest brain in this land
But I like you all the same
As long as you do what I say

We don't fight we die
With our heads held high
Don't listen to your better
Walk the plank into the ocean

I say!
We don't fight we die
With our heads held high
Listen to your captain you stinking little bastards

We don't fight we die
With our heads held high
Don't listen to your better
Walk the plank into the ocean

(top)

Rats Overboard

Raise the sails and set course
To the third lake Mr. Whisker

As I look on these maps of old
I can't but notice a parallel
To the books laid out
In the confines of that court

Act on them we shall
Over on the 'X' it is said
Lie the words of old Marduke
Perished in the sands

The prize is freedom
And if we should fail
The price is the same

Rodent we are
And worse to them than scum
Toss these rats over board
And pray they can not swim

He must've writ a hundred words
In his musical scripts
The wisdom of years gone by
Tossed aside by law

The prize is freedom
And if we should fail
The price is the same

With this song at our side
There are none that could refuse
The winds would offer a new view
Of compassion for our ways

Well 'tis rodent we are
And worse to them than scum
They'll toss us over board
Before the end is through

The prize is freedom
And if we should fail
The price is the same

(top)

Never too Far

One day they asked me what I'll be
And I replied is it not enough to am?
Sailing the seas all of my life
Would not seem a waste to me

Well we'll travel near
And we'll travel far
It would never seem too far to me

Take those sheets and tie them around
We'll build a nice new mast
Raise the sails and everybody stand
The captain is on the deck

Well we'll travel near
And we'll travel far
It would never seem too far to me

I know one day they'll catch up with me
Cheating with a fancy new speed boat
The patrol will taunt and scream
Pick me up and haul me away

We traveled near
We traveled far
Don't stop as long as you breathe

(top)

The Attack

Where is the thunder?
Where is the lightning?
The weather is fine
The bastard's shooting at me

If they want this give it to them
We can give them whatever they want
We won't surrender

Taste these bullets!
Taste this cannon, sabre
We won't surrender give them what they want to run

Everybody to the deck and fight
And what about you down there?
Under the lower decks, under the planks
What about you with your piano it's not a storm
Not a storm

If they want to fight
They've got they've got hell to pay
If they want a battle we'll give them everything they wish

If you like danger if you like death
If you like to sink like a stone you can get it
Taste my fucking sabre
Taste my broken heart bitches

I won't surrender
And if you want a battle you've got hell to pay

What about you down there on the lower decks
What about you with your piano
It's not a storm down here

It's not a storm down here
It's not a storm up here

Suddenly the water rises
Above your head
Above your knees
It keeps on rising
You're unable to breathe

(top)

Below the Decks

Will I ever see a summer again?
Will I ever see the summer again?

I taste the octopus's breath
And there's a sandwich on my head
Will I ever see the summer again?

So now I understand those notes
That seemed at battle inappropriately placed
The laws of music defy all of these useless things

What's it like being a skeleton
Without a head or firstborn son you ask?
It's like being a corpse filled with water
In a broken ship failed to reach the target

Hear from our narrator..

So what of the story of Marduke?
Our protagonist renegade fluke?
Humble ultraviolence in the name of the sea
Didn't quite make it to the treasury

The judgment of peers is flawed
But what if it's all that we got?
I can't live a life that retains a demand for sacrifice just to sate
A bloodlustuous populace

(top)

Freedom at Last

A captain has no concerns but his own
A sun has but to set and rise
The ocean does the rest

A sailor at the port heeds his drinks
A barkeep keeps his glass well filled
The drunk man does the rest

It's easier to run from somewhere
Than figuring out where you go
It's a hassle to run anywhere
With all these eyes turning from my head

A sea has no concerns and no mind
A ship has but to sail when there's need
The wind has a will of it's own

When there is peace
A warrior will not be missed

It's easier to run from somewhere
Than figuring out where you go
It's a hassle to run anywhere
With all these eyes turning from my head

It's easier to run from somewhere
Than figuring out where you go
It's a hassle to run anywhere
Anywhere at all

(top)

Lyrics noted as being someone else's work are copyrighted appropriately, probably.
Original content Š1996-2011 Ian Key.