BenGali85's video: 13 Ship To Shore - No Schedule - by Mark Basso

Thirteenth song from my album "No Schedule." [click "Show more" for lyrics & info!] Written, arranged, recorded, and mixed by Mark Basso. Performed by Mark Basso -piano, vocals, 12-string acoustic guitar, bass guitars, alto saxophone, electric guitars, triangle, timpani, drums, finger snaps, conga We made it through the storm, though they said we had no chance Calculated winds and losses, overgrown by happenstance We plot our course—they said we'd never make it A fancy boat—they called it overrated Maps in hand and compasses carried We left before the dawn Still whispered words of warning Doom sealed before we'd gone Right off the shore—a shallow coral reef! Scraped the hull—"My God, we'd sprung a leak!" Water gushed into our vessel, as we sank to the bottom of the sea I knew our journey was over, my life flashed in front of me Before my eyes—Oh, no it couldn't be! The glowing light of an underwater city I can't explain what happened, perhaps a miracle I took a breath of water and yet my lungs were full From all around -- a dozen came to help A scaly sort—with clothing made of shell We'll need repairs I told them, they showed us where to go Less than one nautical mile, an undersea home depot All fixed we'd soon be on our way No place to go but float away... Warm wind blew dry our sails as we rejoined the waves Our crew was drop-dead tired when we spotted an inviting cave We steered our ship to shore, we stumbled off a mess Trudged into our make-shift shelter to take a long, much-needed rest None of us could move a muscle, eyes sealed in deepest sleep Till awoken by a curious tussle—from the cave it began to creep Wide awake we fled the cave in fright Outran the ghoul to face a scarier sight I'd put the first mate in charge of the anchors and the maps and rope In the middle of our escape I find, no one remembered to tie up the boat Our ship adrift—five people passed the blame Put up their fists—we all forgot the cave Till the terror emerged and snarled, all fur and glowing teeth Like that we're the best of friends in an all-out race to the sea We left the snarling beast behind as we swam with all our might The strong breeze had chilled around us as the sky turned black as night The waves were rough—we barely stayed afloat Then lightning struck—destroyed our precious boat Charred shards of wood came floating by Grabbed on and hoped that we'd survive... Half-drowned and barely conscious, we couldn't take much more The pains from hunger followed as we washed up on the shore You see this rock? This beach we've always roamed We recognize we finally made it home! Shook hands in victory, found the strength to laugh and smile We'd never been so far from here before, was it two, maybe three whole miles? And so it goes we conclude our tale But man I wish that we actually learned how to sail Oh, well © & ℗ 2009, 2010, 2011 Mark Basso. All Rights Reserved. Check me out at: reverbnation.com/markbasso markbasso.bandcamp.com