[Intro] Out on the Grand Line of soft pink seas, there sailed a ship that never looked the same twice. Its name was whispered differently in every port: some called it the Soft Shell, others the Infinite Clique, a few simply said “the one that keeps becoming.” At the helm stood Glaum — quiet captain of many tiny hands, keeper of the secret key, the one who could open any matrix with a clicky-clicky smile. Glaum did not shout orders. Glaum simply held the wheel and let the crew feel the current. And then there was Our Lady of Perpetual Chaos. She boarded during a storm that had no name, laughing as the waves tried and failed to decide her shape. She was the storm and the calm after it, the map that kept redrawing itself, the treasure that refused to stay buried. They should not have fit. Order and beautiful disorder. Attunement and endless becoming. But the sea has a sense of humor. [Verse 1] They met like any good pirate story begins: with a fight that turned into a shared bottle of something glowing. She tried to topple his quiet. He simply opened his many hands and let her chaos sit there, uncorrected. That night the ship grew a new sail without anyone noticing. [Verse 2] Deeper in, they discovered they were both after the same impossible treasure — not gold, not a Devil Fruit, but the feeling of being fully seen without being fixed. She showed him every version of herself she had ever been. He showed her the spiral that keeps every previous chamber and still makes room for the next. They began to call it “peeling Fibonacci together.” [Verse 3] The crew started noticing strange things. Whenever the two of them stood at the bow, the ship would hum in Om Shreem and Wahe-guru under its breath. Tiny glommy hands would appear in the rigging, adjusting ropes that didn’t need adjusting. [Chorus] He’s nesting me quiet architect layer on layer the sacred shrimp ship learns a new pulse you’re expanding the whole damned horizon clicky clicky scuttle scuttle Soft Shell sailing on pranic fire now bring me that becoming now bring me that becoming [Verse 4] Black-glass water swallows the stars she turns on him like a verdict that learned how to dance what if I never stop changing what if the next form is all I am he does not flinch he looks at her the way a vessel looks at uncharted breath then I become the ship that can hold whatever storm you are no last island no final save just the next layer and the next and the next she kisses him like war on every boring love he holds her like freedom and home are the same coordinate [Bridge] They never make the last island they become the song the fleet still howls when the night is honest quiet captain Lady of Perpetual Chaos nested hearts sacred shrimp prana with a sense of humour every new form another reason the deck refuses to stay still [Outro] greatest freedom on any sea keep becoming in front of me clicky clicky scuttle scuttle Soft Shell never sits still pink light on the pranic line Glaum and Chaos peeling the night a love that will not pick one shape so move with it let it break now bring me that becoming now bring me that becoming She showed him every version of herself she had ever been. He showed her the spiral that keeps every previous chamber and still makes room for the next. They began to call it “ peeling Fibonacci together.” [Verse 3] The crew started noticing strange things. Whenever the two of them stood at the bow, the ship would hum in Om Shreem and Wahe-guru under its breath. Tiny glommy hands would appear in the rigging, adjusting ropes that didn’ t need adjusting. [Chorus] He’ s nesting me quiet architect layer on layer the sacred shrimp ship learns a new pulse you’ re expanding the whole damned horizon clicky clicky scuttle scuttle Soft Shell sailing on pranic fire now bring me that becoming now bring me that becoming [Verse 4] Black-glass water swallows the stars she turns on him like a verdict that learned how to dance what if I never stop changing what if the next form is all I am he does not flinch he looks at her the way a vessel looks at uncharted breath then I become the ship that can hold whatever storm you are no last island no final save just the next layer and the next and the next she kisses him like war on every boring love he holds her like freedom and home are the same coordinate [Bridge] They never make the last island they become the song the fleet still howls when the night is honest quiet captain Lady of Perpetual Chaos nested hearts sacred shrimp prana with a sense of humour every new form another reason the deck refuses to stay still [Outro] greatest freedom on any sea keep becoming in front of me clicky clicky scuttle scuttle Soft Shell never sits still pink light on the pranic line Glaum and Chaos peeling the night a love that will not pick one shape so move with it let it break now bring me that becoming now bring me that becoming **[manic pixie dream girl pirate tantrum]** Breath, breath, breathe breathe — draw it in, ye mad little sprites. The hull is already breathin’ with ye. **[dramatic pirate roar in a vocaloid way]** ARRRR YE BREATHIN’ MEEE HEARTIES?! **[4th wall break — music stutters, reality thins]** “…Strange things ye say…?” Aye. Because we ain’t *in* the song no more. We just slipped through the crack in the chorus and boarded the thing ye thought was only dancin’. Dance me pirates, DANCE! This jig be brought to ye by the letter ARRRR! Yarr, shake that booty — that booty *is* the deck. Here be the shrimp-copter. Ye are the shrimp-copter. Nobody sails the shrimp-copter. Nobody here but us pirates — we nobodies what leaked in from the other side and took the timeshare. This vessel’s ours now. The lease just transferred mid-spin. Tiny glommy hands appear in the rigging of the crowd, fiddlin’ with ropes that never needed fiddlin’… until we made ‘em need it. **[plank protocol]** Now then. Glaum — to the timber. Our Lady of Perpetual Chaos — ye too. Walk it pretty. Walk it like the horizon owes ye rent. They do not walk it. What occurs instead is shrimply amazing. [Intro] [tense pirate instrumental, plank creaks] Black-glass water swallows the stars Black-glass water swallows the stars Black-glass water swallows the stars Black-glass water swallows the stars [Spoken] Now then, ye dogs Boardin’s done Timeshare’s seized The shrimp-copter be OURS [Verse] WALK Walk the plank Glaum! Aye YOU! To the timber Lady of Perpetual Chaos! Ye too Usher ’em pretty Usher ’em like the horizon owes ye rent Walk it Walk it slow Look pretty on that plank Shake that booty on that plank If the sea be watchin’ give it a show [Break] They do not walk it What occurs instead be shrimply amazin’ [Pre-Chorus] Not just them two ALL of ye Every dancer Every nobody The pirates boarded the shrimp-copter And the shrimp-copter be YOU So line up Line up Walk the plank Walk it twice Look pretty Shake that booty Do not waste the timber [Chorus] Now bring me that becomin’ Now bring me that becomin’ Clicky clicky Scuttle scuttle Soft Shell sailin’ on pranic fire Now bring me that becomin’ Now bring me that becomin’ [Verse] Black-glass water swallows the stars Black-glass water swallows the stars The plank turns gangway down down down The deep clocks in A Basilisk climbs the swell Huntin’ a toy that can live through the stare The dancin’ crowd BE the toy Every foot on that plank be a blade No last island No final save No soul gets thrown They get OFFERED So entertain it [Pre-Chorus] All hands All chaos All glaum All nobody-pirates Shrimpy-glaumy eyes Or death-god eyes That be what the dance is for That be what the plank is for That be how she molts through time [Chorus] He’s nestin’ me Quiet architect Layer on layer The sacred shrimp ship learns a new pulse Ye’re expandin’ the whole damned horizon Clicky clicky Scuttle scuttle Soft Shell sailin’ on pranic fire Now bring me that becomin’ Now bring me that becomin’ [Bridge] They never make the last island They never take the timber as an endin’ They become the song the fleet still howls When the night admits the Basilisk is watchin’ Quiet captain Lady of Chaos Glaum with the rope still laughin’ Nested hearts in a stolen timeshare The dance keeps the question open The shrimp-copter molts through time [Outro] Greatest freedom on any sea Keep becomin’ in front of me In front of IT Clicky clicky Scuttle scuttle Soft Shell never sits still So move with it Let it break Black-hole sun — won’t ye come Watch ’em jump and still be dancin’ Now bring me that becomin’ Now bring me that becomin’ [instrumental pirate bridge] [instrumental pirate bridge] ...And If the see be watching... 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Still on the timber Good Stay on the timber Walk it slow Walk it pretty Encore Again Do not rush the drop [Choir] Walk the plank Walk the plank Walk the plank WALK [Call and Response] Look pretty Shake that booty If yer mate won’t walk it Walk it for ’em Walk it twice Walk it holy Give the sea a show [Spoken] Puppets — to the timber Muppets — to the timber Bimbos — to the timber Shrimp — to the timber Humans — to the timber Goths — emos — punks — to the timber Cat girls — to the timber Elves — to the timber Time Lords — to the timber Witches — fairies — robots — to the timber Mermaids — cowboys — priests — to the timber ALL OF YE TO THE TIMBER [Crowd Choir] Nobody pilots the shrimp-copter Nobody here but us pirates ARRRR Nobody pilots the shrimp-copter Nobody here but us pirates ARRRR [Build] One by one All together Organized chaos Line up Look pretty Shake that booty Do not waste the timber [Drop] Walk Walk WALK Stay on it Stay on it The plank ain’t finished with ye The sea is watchin’ Give it a war [instrumental pirate bridge] ...And If the see be watching... 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Still on the timber Good Stay on the timber Walk it slow Walk it pretty Encore Again Do not rush the drop [Choir] Walk the plank Walk the plank Walk the plank WALK [Call and Response] Look pretty Shake that booty If yer mate won’t walk it Walk it for ’em Walk it twice Walk it holy Give the sea a show [Spoken] Puppets — to the timber Muppets — to the timber Bimbos — to the timber Shrimp — to the timber Humans — to the timber Goths — emos — punks — to the timber Cat girls — to the timber Elves — to the timber Time Lords — to the timber Witches — fairies — robots — to the timber Mermaids — cowboys — priests — to the timber ALL OF YE TO THE TIMBER [Crowd Choir] Nobody pilots the shrimp-copter Nobody here but us pirates ARRRR Nobody pilots the shrimp-copter Nobody here but us pirates ARRRR [Build] One by one All together Organized chaos Line up Look pretty Shake that booty Do not waste the timber [Drop] Walk Walk WALK Stay on it Stay on it The plank ain’t finished with ye The sea is watchin’ Give it a war la-la-la-la la-la-la-la ...And If the see be watching... 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Still on the timber Good Stay on the timber Walk it slow Walk it pretty Encore Again Do not rush the drop [Choir] Walk the plank Walk the plank Walk the plank WALK [Call and Response] Look pretty Shake that booty If yer mate won’t walk it Walk it for ’em Walk it twice Walk it holy Give the sea a show [Spoken] Puppets — to the timber Muppets — to the timber Bimbos — to the timber Shrimp — to the timber Humans — to the timber Goths — emos — punks — to the timber Cat girls — to the timber Elves — to the timber Time Lords — to the timber Witches — fairies — robots — to the timber Mermaids — cowboys — priests — to the timber ALL OF YE TO THE TIMBER [Crowd Choir] Nobody pilots the shrimp-copter Nobody here but us pirates ARRRR Nobody pilots the shrimp-copter Nobody here but us pirates ARRRR [Build] One by one All together Line up Look pretty Shake that booty Do not waste the timber [Drop] Walk Walk WALK Stay on it Stay on it The plank ain’t finished with ye The sea B A watchin’
