Deadwater Groove(No Map Makes It Back)

[Intro – Pirate King / gravel voice low in the static] Drop the anchor where the moon hangs wrong… Steel drums rattlin’ like chains in a storm… Crew still grinnin’ with the salt in their teeth… No map makes it back once the tide learns your name… [Crew Chant – distant / rhythmic] Ho… hey… Ho… hey… Dead men sway when the black tide sings… ⸻ [Verse 1] Palm trees bend like they hear bad news Lantern fish flash in electric blues Gold coins jump in the belly of the ship Every drunk compass throws another fit Smoke crawl out from the cracks in the deck Fiddle screech sharp at the side of my neck Parrots scream words nobody taught Somebody’s shadow got left at the dock 89.9 through a busted wire Static got rhythm, rhythm got fire Whole crew stomp with the boards below Like the sea got hands and it won’t let go ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Somebody laugh from the mouth of the reef Whole night smell like rum and grief Stars keep spinning the wrong direction Everybody dance like possession ⸻ [Chorus – HUGE / irresistible] No map makes it back from the black water beat Steel drums knock while the dead drag feet Pirate King grin with the storm in his eyes Whole shoreline shake when the tide arrive Hands go up when the graveyard swing Moonlight bounce off a rusted ring Crew yell loud while the mast pole crack Once that rhythm hit… nobody comes back ⸻ [Verse 2] Coconuts roll with a hollow clack Something underneath them rolling back Bonfire spark turn green in the sand Skeleton drummer with a hook for a hand Voodoo radio hum through the fog Broadcast float like a whisper from God Women start dancing with their eyes rolled white Even the dogs won’t bark tonight One eyed sailor pouring salt in a line Laugh so hard he start coughing brine Every wave got a face for a second Every heartbeat miss when the fiddle step in ⸻ [Bridge – darker / hypnotic] Red tide rising around bare feet Whole coast moving to a cursed heartbeat Teeth shine gold when the thunder crack Nobody notices the sky turn black Captain whisper, “don’t follow the glow…” Crew still stomp to the undertow Candles melt sideways into the rain Everybody smiling but nobody sane ⸻ [Final Chorus – explosive] No map makes it back when the shoreline sing Dead radio choir for the Pirate King Steel drums blaze while the mast ropes snap Dance so hard make the earth collapse Gold teeth shine in the lightning flash Ghost ship slide through the jungle ash Whole crew roar while the waves attack One step in… and no map makes it back ⸻ [Outro – fading crew chant + static] Ho… hey… Ho… hey… No stars left… no shoreline… Only the rhythm… Only the tide…