Champagne on the Caravel

[Intro – ship creaking, vinyl crackle, tavern guitar] 1926… Or 1526… Eh… close enough. [Verse 1 – swaggering swing rhythm] I stepped onto the pier Pinstripe suit and a cheap cigar Everybody stopped to stare Like I fell straight out the smoky air Captain asked me where I’m from I laughed and poured another rum Pocket watch ticking out of place Salt wind blowing through my face [Pre-Chorus – iberian melody build] Gold in their eyes… Salt in the breeze… [Chorus – energetic electro swing] CHAMPAGNE ON THE CARAVEL I’M SWINGING THROUGH THE ATLANTIC STORM ONE HAND ON THE COMPASS WHEEL ONE HAND POURING SOMETHING STRONG CHAMPAGNE ON THE CARAVEL I NEVER REALLY STAY TOO LONG FROM LISBON PORTS TO UNKNOWN SHORES I DANCE WHERE I DON’T BELONG [Drop – glitch-hop beat + tavern instruments] hey! hey! [Verse 2 – playful storytelling] Sailors singing drunken prayers While I’m fixing up my hair Gramophone beneath my coat Playing jazz on a wooden boat Priest says I’m the devil’s son Depends which year I came here from Mapmakers trying to understand Why I know these future lands [Pre-Chorus] Storm clouds rising… Trumpets cry… [Chorus – bigger] CHAMPAGNE ON THE CARAVEL GOLD AND GLORY IN THE AIR KINGS SEND MEN TO FIND NEW WORLDS ME? I’M JUST TOO DRUNK TO CARE CHAMPAGNE ON THE CARAVEL LAUGHING THROUGH THE CANNON FIRE I’M A MAN OUT OF MY CENTURY WEARING HISTORY LIKE ATTIRE [Bridge – cinematic, emotional] Every century starts sounding the same eventually… Different crowns… Different flags… Same greedy eyes… [Breakdown – storm + jazz trumpet] [Verse 3 – darker swagger] I smoke beside the wooden mast Watching empires rise too fast I already know how kingdoms end Still I drink beside my friends One sailor asked me what year’s mine I just grinned and poured more wine Lightning split the blackened skies Neon flickered in my eyes [Final Chorus – giant climax] CHAMPAGNE ON THE CARAVEL I’M SWINGING THROUGH THE EDGE OF TIME WITH A SUIT FROM 1920 AND A HEAD FULL OF FUTURE CRIMES CHAMPAGNE ON THE CARAVEL RIDING EVERY OCEAN TIDE TOO LATE FOR YESTERDAY TOO EARLY FOR TONIGHT [Outro – ocean waves + jazz] Another century… another drink…