quite a deep tho’t for ur mind to drain
so oily in de mourn’n

f u can find a little tune with the lyrics
‘I’m a sailor. I’m a whaler. I’m a salty
old dog in disguise. My pleasures are
few, but the ones that hold true are
my main sails fill’n before my own eyes
and the salt spray and the seagulls and
sun in my eyes… no, that’s not quite it.
think it was by band a called Beaverkill