Hoist it wrong sing it worse black sail stitched from a tavern curse Voidshanty warm dark, cold star raven on the mast and a god in the jar I found this hook under loose floorboards glowing like teeth in a song I ignored Cello said no Hurdy said yes Tagelharpa laughed in a funeral dress We left the harbor where the black ropes hum with a god in the jar and a storm in the drum Map full of warnings all written in foam so I licked my thumb and called it home If the old thing knocks do not open the lid unless you want to know what the old thing did I keep my heart where the ravens are one wing in the storm one hand on the jar Black ropes creak and the low drums grin something under the keel starts humming us in Do not ask the chorus what we promised the tar keep one eye on the raven and one on the jar Voidshanty raise the black sail, bite the stars Voidshanty raven on the mast god in the jar Row it crooked sing it scarred warm little dark with a stolen heart Voidshanty if the deep sings back Voidshanty keep your hands inside the black Beat the deck and wake the tar raven on the mast god in the jar Hey ho down we go where the floorboards learn to glow Hey ho do not pray the jar knows your name and it likes it that way The tide rolled in with a grin full of nails and the harbor said you will not come back well So we thanked it kindly and cut the rope with a cello bow and a terrible joke The raven kept watch from the highest spar while the old thing breathed in the little glass jar Every wave we crossed learned half of my name then sang it wrong till the whole deck swayed The crew stomped time on the hungry boards and the storm came close just to hear one more I do not make trouble I season the stew with black salt, old bells and a myth or two If the melody crawls let the melody crawl some songs need legs and too many walls Black ropes creak and the low drums grin something under the keel starts humming us in Do not ask the chorus what we promised the tar keep one eye on the raven and one on the jar Voidshanty raise the black sail, bite the stars Voidshanty raven on the mast god in the jar Row it crooked sing it scarred warm little dark with a stolen heart Voidshanty if the deep sings back Voidshanty keep your hands inside the black Beat the deck and wake the tar raven on the mast god in the jar Boots on the deck hands on the rail Hurdy turns sharp like a crooked sail Cello chops low and the boards hit back Raven keeps time on the mast in black Jar on the table jar on the line old god laughs in a mouthful of brine Left foot tavern right foot tide all wrong notes on the right damn side Row row row till the floorboards glow hum if the deep calls no names below If it says your name tie it to the spar raven on the mast god in the jar Hurdy-gurdy turn the key open the mouth of the melody I know the dark but I keep it warm with a blanket of feathers and a pocket storm I know the old songs bite when they wake so I feed them hooks and a little mistake Not every monster needs a blade some only need a chorus played If I sound strange good, let me be I was built from soft things that learned how to flee Raise the sail wake the jar Raven calls from the broken spar Raise the sail wake the jar sing too close and sing too far Deck goes knock and the black ropes hum old god grins when the low drums come Raise the sail wake the jar raven on the mast god in the jar Voidshanty raise the black sail, bite the stars Voidshanty raven on the mast god in the jar Row it crooked sing it scarred warm little dark with a stolen heart Voidshanty if the deep sings back Voidshanty keep your hands inside the black Beat the deck and wake the tar raven on the mast god in the jar Voidshanty black sail high where the ravens are Voidshanty folk song smuggled past the old gods' guard Raven-hearted captain with a storm for a scar I keep the night warm with the god in the jar Hoist it wrong sing it worse black sail stitched from a tavern curse Voidshanty warm dark, cold star raven on the mast and a god in the jar
