[Verse 1: low melodic lead; deep rolling pocket]
The market grew a second mouth,
offered me a quiet shore.
Force-fed fear with a sugar rim,
aftertaste of wanting more.
I came empty-handed, earned a share,
stitched my name inside the sail.
There's a web across the rigging;
I can feel each hand upon the rail.
I fixed your door below the deck,
tied remainder cloth around my wrist.
Our north keeps changing hands out here;
mine are steady on the wheel.
They can put a price beside it.
I can leave the offer there.
Every time they count the owners,
I intend to answer: here.

[Pre-Chorus: captain opens up; crew catches the final word]
My risky-asset boat:
highest Sharpe ratio afloat.
Hoist the main. The bow goes high.
Black flag cutting up the sky.

[Chorus: huge clean melody; low crew answers]
You are here!
I'm not selling my share.
High seas, high hopes,
my name is written there.
You are here!
Let the whole damn market hear:
Worst thing I could do
is sell my share.

[Verse 2: bass-forward groove; echo guitar answers]
Volatility, wall of water,
black to starboard, green to port.
High returns beyond the breakers:
that's the haul I'm sailing for.
Who holds the scale? The hands that hauled.
Tare the chest. Net weight in gold.
Bridget's booty gets its own berth;
my share stays mine inside the hold.
Treasure Map X beneath the lantern,
Trip Line creaking at the seams.
Porchlight Pirates in the distance,
Home Port flickers through the green.
Somebody has to move their weight;
I lean into the rising deck.
Leave me a little unknown water.
I've still got a voyage left.

[Chorus: same melody; wider guitars and crew]
You are here!
I'm not selling my share.
High seas, high hopes,
my name is written there.
You are here!
Let the whole damn market hear:
Worst thing I could do
is sell my share.

[History Verse: close captain; bare bass and rimshot]
Thirteen: "Blame it on Mt. Gox!"
Laughing with our stomachs dropped.
Fourteen: shutters on the exchange;
Bitcoin's heartbeat never stopped.
Three winters underneath the water,
lantern swinging in the cold.
Then the price came through the surface.
Still my name inside the hold.

[Bridge: drums recede; close vocal, then a slow rise]
Special thanks to every shoulder
underneath this weathered beam.
What we made can make a passage.
What we made can bite the sea.
One more port beyond the thunder.
Salt runs warm behind my ears.
You'll never get my treasure
for the price of all my fears.

[Final Chorus: full groove; captain and crew in broad unison]
You are here!
I'm not selling my share.
High seas, high hopes,
my name is written there.
You are here!
Let the whole damn market hear:
Worst thing I could do
is sell my share.

[Outro: bass continues; close captain, distant crew]
Thumb on the dot.
Name in the grain.
You are here.
I remain.

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[Intro: close captain voice; bass and one delayed guitar chord] The map eats first. I put my thumb on the dot. You are here. Then I tied the knot. [Verse 1: low melodic lead; deep rolling pocket] The market grew a second mouth, offered me a quiet shore. Force-fed fear with a sugar rim, aftertaste of wanting more. I came empty-handed, earned a share, stitched my name inside the sail. There's a web across the rigging; I can feel each hand upon the rail. I fixed your door below the deck, tied remainder cloth around my wrist. Our north keeps changing hands out here; mine are steady on the wheel. They can put a price beside it. I can leave the offer there. Every time they count the owners, I intend to answer: here. [Pre-Chorus: captain opens up; crew catches the final word] My risky-asset boat: highest Sharpe ratio afloat. Hoist the main. The bow goes high. Black flag cutting up the sky. [Chorus: huge clean melody; low crew answers] You are here! I'm not selling my share. High seas, high hopes, my name is written there. You are here! Let the whole damn market hear: Worst thing I could do is sell my share. [Verse 2: bass-forward groove; echo guitar answers] Volatility, wall of water, black to starboard, green to port. High returns beyond the breakers: that's the haul I'm sailing for. Who holds the scale? The hands that hauled. Tare the chest. Net weight in gold. Bridget's booty gets its own berth; my share stays mine inside the hold. Treasure Map X beneath the lantern, Trip Line creaking at the seams. Porchlight Pirates in the distance, Home Port flickers through the green. Somebody has to move their weight; I lean into the rising deck. Leave me a little unknown water. I've still got a voyage left. [Chorus: same melody; wider guitars and crew] You are here! I'm not selling my share. High seas, high hopes, my name is written there. You are here! Let the whole damn market hear: Worst thing I could do is sell my share. [History Verse: close captain; bare bass and rimshot] Thirteen: "Blame it on Mt. Gox!" Laughing with our stomachs dropped. Fourteen: shutters on the exchange; Bitcoin's heartbeat never stopped. Three winters underneath the water, lantern swinging in the cold. Then the price came through the surface. Still my name inside the hold. [Bridge: drums recede; close vocal, then a slow rise] Special thanks to every shoulder underneath this weathered beam. What we made can make a passage. What we made can bite the sea. One more port beyond the thunder. Salt runs warm behind my ears. You'll never get my treasure for the price of all my fears. [Final Chorus: full groove; captain and crew in broad unison] You are here! I'm not selling my share. High seas, high hopes, my name is written there. You are here! Let the whole damn market hear: Worst thing I could do is sell my share. [Outro: bass continues; close captain, distant crew] Thumb on the dot. Name in the grain. You are here. I remain.

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