Finally replaced a 'temporary' solution for hanging the dog leashes with my favorite pugilistic drunk octopus hooks. Which meant I needed a sea shanty to celebrate.
🎵 “Eight Arms Nailed to Wood” 🎵
There’s a thing on the wall where the lanterns rot,
Eight bent arms round a rusted knot,
One dead eye and the other burns,
Like it’s drowned men twice and never learns.
Chorus (Low, Slow, Crew Growl)
🎶 Ho… hang yer coat, if ye dare…
🎶 Ho… hang yer coat, if ye dare…
Eight arms twitch in the tavern air,
Ho… hang yer coat, if ye dare…
Verse 2
It don’t blink, it don’t sleep, it just waits,
Like a tide that remembers your mistakes,
Smells of brine and barroom sin,
Like it fought the sea — and almost won.
Chorus
🎶 Ho… hang yer coat, if ye dare…
🎶 Ho… hang yer coat, if ye dare…
Eight arms twitch in the tavern air,
Ho… hang yer coat, if ye dare…
Verse 3
They say it crawled from a shipwrecked curse,
Dragged up screaming in a sailor’s hearse,
Now it guards the coats of the lost and damned,
With iron limbs and a drunkard’s hand.
Bridge (Whispered, then rising)
It boxed the tide and it strangled fate,
Lost three arms to the harbor gate,
Now nailed in place but still wants war,
That wall-born beast with a thirst for more.
Final Chorus (Full Crew, Heavy Stomp)
🎶 Ho… hang yer coat, if ye dare…
🎶 Ho… hang yer coat, if ye dare…
Eight arms twitch in the tavern air,
Ho… hang yer coat, if ye dare…
Outro
So drink yer rum and mind the door —
That octopus hook’s still keepin’ score 🐙🍺
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