Three Sheets To The Wind

One thousand leagues

I’ve sailed adhered to wayward course

(Or as the drunken crow flies)

If all the world’s a stage, my curtain call is nigh

Under a firmament of sky

I ride the bounding main, but

Tarnished glamour is terra nova’s claim

Boxing compass over bow

Holding fast on every swell

I cast off without a course

Nor a semblance of farewell

How I’ll miss your warm embrace

Nights spent yearning of your gaze

Now I lift this lonesome whiskey cask

And kiss its liquid praise

I am drifting onwards three sheets to the wind

Reeling on the gunwale, grasping if this

Turmoil’s from the sea or just the drink

Maelstrom in my brain of trepidation

If poseidon’s wrath I did incite lie ahull!

Lashing, twisted cables, suddenly the tables

Turn against my humbled state

Strap me to the mast with siren’s lullaby

To ease my passing from this place

Drink up my courage straight to brace the coming storm

(I’ll batten down my hatches)

If all mankind’s an island, then I’m its figurehead

A shepherd for the graceless dead

Alone in my domain, but tarnished glamour is terra nova’s claim

Boxing compass over bow, holding fast on every swell

I cast off without a course, nor a semblance of farewell

How I’ll miss your warm embrace, nights spent yearning of your gaze

Now I lift this lonesome whiskey cask and kiss its liquid praise

I am drifting onwards three sheets to the wind

Swaying with the cadence of my breath and ticking heart

The albatross brings tidings of my death (death is just another start!)

I’ve bottled up this message safe for you; forgive me please

My final thoughts: I fear I am run through

(Through the mist, the reaper caws)

Vengeance of the waves, battalions of slaves

Beating caverns in my hull, drilling fissures through my skull

Is that a glimpse of land? A lifeboat spawned of sand?

No! Madness’ final grasp; it’s just the bottom of my cask

I cast my oars away! I curse the bounding main

As tarnished glamour is terra nova’s claim

Boxing compass over bow, holding fast on every swell

I cast off without a course, nor a semblance of farewell

How I’ll miss your warm embrace, nights spent yearning of your gaze

Now I lift this lonesome whiskey cask and kiss its liquid praise

Boxing compass over bow, holding fast on every swell

I cast off without a course, nor a semblance of farewell

How I’ll miss your warm embrace, nights spent yearning of your gaze

Now I lift this lonesome whiskey cask and kiss its liquid praise

I am lost on glassy desert ocean, broken spirit as my token

Drifting onwards three sheets to the wind

Three sheets to the wind!