Dan Tindall: Music

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Open the gate before it's too late
Try to escape from the man in the cape
Run to the shore, drag the boat from the store
And dip in your oar to the black painted floor
From somewhere behind is an unholy line
Of partners in crime, all dusted with lime
O come home they cry, to be free is a lie
We are your eyes and we keep you supplied

Be smart and don't listen, their furrowed brows glisten
With the sweat from the missing whom they have ingested
Be good and be brave, cast your fears to the waves
Carried away, sleep soundly at last
Ah fly to the sea, it's much better to be
Windswept and free, than nailed to a tree
Oh the air clears your head and nothing is said
All chaos is dead on the deep ocean bed

Put your faith in water, you ship-builder's daughter
Confined to the quarter that the slave-driver bought you
Head for the sun, where the red waters run
And all you have done has not yet begun
From somewhere behind is an unholy line
Of partners in crime, all dusted with lime
But be good and be brave, put your faith in the waves
And be carried away, sleep soundly at last