What are you listening to?

Robert Plant - "Ship of Fools"

"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking," - John Masefield.
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On waves of love my heart is breaking
And stranger still my self control I can't rely on anymore
New tides surprise - my world it's changing
Within this frame an ocean swells - behind this smile I know it well

Beneath a lover's moon I'm waiting
I am the pilot of the storm - adrift in pleasure I may drown
I built this ship - it is my making
And furthermore my self control I can't rely on anymore
I know why - I know why
Crazy on a ship of fools
Crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around - back to my loving ground

Who claims that no man is an island
While I land up in jeopardy - more distant from you by degrees
I walk this shore in isolation
And at my feet eternity draws ever sweeter plans for me
I know why - I know why
Crazy on a ship of fools
Crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around - back to my loving ground
Oh no, oh no - ship of fools --
 

don't like to hurt the one I love I don't like to bring the past Here to the present I don't like to feel absent When you live by my side I don't like to kill the hours To smile if I'm not happy To become so alone In a ghost lover of all Selling my soul to the devil I don't like to live like this, like this Just as if it didn't hurt Just as if I wasn't Drowning in mute words With my hands hard from scratching the sand Broken into eleven thousand pieces Shutting up the voice of the soul for both of us Assuming myself a hopeless case I don't like to hurt the one I love I don't like to bring the past Here to the present I don't like to feel absent When you live by my side I don't like to kill the hours To smile if I'm not happy To become so alone In a ghost lover of all Selling my soul to the devil I don't like to live like this Just as if it didn't hurt Just as if I wasn't Drowning in silent words With my hands hard from scratching the sand Broken into eleven thousand pieces Shutting up the voice of the soul for both of us Assuming myself a hopeless case The sum of the two halves The tear feeds the river The cure of vanities The light making its way To give oblivion to the solitudes Just as if it didn't hurt Just as if it were not Broken into eleven thousand pieces Shutting up the voice of the soul for both of us Assuming myself a hopeless case
 
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