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Sixteen Weeks
Of undone plans
Sailing circles
In search of secret lands

Through swells or slack sheets
Or through needle prick rain
Out from Freeport
Bound for Taprobane

Where maidens wait to bless us
If our fortune begins
But we’ll need hurricane winds
To bring this ship on in

Beautiful monsters
Kept us lost
In azure water
At terrible cost

But we fixed all our damage
And sealed all of the cracks
‘till lack of water
Forced us to turn back


When we risked shattered timbers
For the feel of the ground
Hoping for hurricane winds
To turn our ship around

I heard someone searching for an open door
Asking questions I didn’t have an answer for
So I prayed to whoever
Wouldn’t leave us alone
To send a hurricane wind
To bring our ship back home

In the sunset
Of this life
With full grown family
And contented wife

I fill my role as Pater
And provide quiet laps
Tell tales about the days
When there were holes in the maps

And look past the breakers
To the open lanes
Dreaming of hurricane winds
To take me out again

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from Black Kale, released June 3, 2010

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The Little Miracles of Misanthropy Tempe

The Little Miracles of Misanthropy is Tempe, AZ singer/songwriter Ben Jacobs. Ben writes and performs thought provoking, indie-folk driven acoustic music that explores nature, history, literature, and the simple struggle to be good humans.

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