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and then a great storm sent hailstones flashing through the windows and the sails cables made of ivory broke like the faces of dead pioneers in the mud I held on to my bottle the boys are yelling something there's too much noise bring a scarf bring a light on the cold side of life fake a dream make it seem like the battery has died with a pen in the rain writing a sailor's life november 18th we found 283.655 brass coins in an old wine barrel spent it all in tony's bar we picked a fight with a couple of french thugs it was full moon we only stayed in holland to drink coffee with mr. Angelo he used to specialize in Songtextepigeon skulls eight-legged spiders leather braces tears for old ladies rum for boys chocolate for girls monkeys, do your tricks people, heed the pricks that's how he was, mr. Angelo he never turned his back on crooks & jesters handing out pieces of paper to old ladies mr. Angelo a cold wind blew wherever we sailed we caught birds in africa sold them in hong kong we completely forgot what land tasted like Aus Songtexte Mania