Sea Lords at the Breakline

H.K.A.D.

rock, Male vocals over fuzzed-out surf guitars and Celtic-tinged riffs, low-slung bass and tight kit pushing an acid-rock groove, Verses ride a swaggering bluesy pocket with acoustic rhythm strums tucked under tremolo leads; chorus drops into a steady house-style four-on-the-floor kick with reverb-drenched gang shouts, Pipes and whistle motifs weave through instrumental fills, with a roomy, live-feeling mix that crests like a wave for each hook, acoustic blues, celtic

[Verse 1] Foam on my tongue Salt in my lungs Old god grinning On a rusted board Trident tattoos Green rope Black shoes Seaweed bracelet On a tidal chord [Pre-Chorus] You came up slow From the storm-cut line Said "Name your swell And I’ll name mine" [Chorus] Manannán mac Lir Meet Poseidon Two crowns on a rolling horizon Waves bow down Every crest Every crash Old blood in a bright blue splash Manannán mac Lir Meet Poseidon Laugh loud while the long boats slide in I’m caught in the pull of your pride Caught in the rip of your tide [Verse 2] You drink sea air From a chipped clay cup Laugh at the flag On my beat-up van Shells in your hair Yeah You never grew up (hey!) You shake my hand Say "Call me Manannán" [Pre-Chorus] He flicks that ring Of rope and bone Says "Share this coast Or surf alone?" [Chorus] Manannán mac Lir Meet Poseidon Two storms in a salt-ringed sky then Big sets hit like a drum in my chest Old oaths in a cold foam mess Manannán mac Lir Meet Poseidon Board wax and the wild blue widen I’m caught in the pull of your pride Caught in the rip of your tide [Bridge] [Beat drops to a stomping floor pulse Whistle riff circling the vocal] Who owns the harbor When the nets come home? Who owns the thunder In the sleet and foam? You just smile Let the breakers roll Say "Kid The sea Only rents our souls" (oh) [Chorus] Manannán mac Lir Meet Poseidon Two jokes in the teeth of the sirens Old names carved in the spray and the sand One laugh And they both shake hands Manannán mac Lir Meet Poseidon Sky splits and the low drums tighten I’m caught in the pull of your pride Caught in the rip of your tide Yeah I’m caught in the pull of your pride Riding that endless tide

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