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The Lyric Jungle
Due Course
Home
A Future Me
Avenue C'd
Belly Under
Better You Than Me
Brilliant Petty Crime
Built Like Switzerland
Come To Cleveland
Diamonds are Forever (and so are Grudges)
Dress Down
Due Course
Every Horse
False Start
Fool Girl Parade
From What is Good
The Fundy Bay Forecast
Heartland, Heartburn
I'll Take It...
I Might Have to....
Two-Toned Gallery
In With The Old
It's Not Yesterday
Just Four Times More
Leeway
Make Do
Makeshift Grounds
Mind Done Run
Mouth the Words
Nothin' Too Special
Opaquer Place
Planet Placement
Rubber Souled Shoes
Scaled
Science Can't Be Coy
Shamrock Days
Shenandoah Waltz
Slips My Mind
Something to Unleash
Squinting Optometrist
Stump House Thanks Song
Tell-tale Sign
There, There
Trickster
Worn

This is one of the most sinister song's Siobhan has ever written.
Try not to be afraid. 
Written March 2001.

It's easy to catch crooks in South Ferry and you're the bandit that forgot to runaway.
Since I won't, the docks will say farewell.  In the way that docks do, sound like an ear to a shell.

You're on due course.
Due course.
There is no place to strive for anymore.
The ship's destination is the ocean floor.
I sunk you at sea.  Purposefully.
You're going on a journey.

Ship deports, there's no bye-waving white handkerchiefs.
No black and white photos, no pillbox hats, part of a 1940's myth.
The deadpan sky says in his best poker voice:
"he who is shipped to sea doesn't have a choice."

You're on due course.
(due course)
You're on due course.
There is no place to strive for anymore.
The ship's destination is the ocean floor.
I sunk you at sea.  Purposefully.
You're going on a journey.

No fog lifted, no fog horn blues.
No one knew that blue could be induced.

Straightening sails become a pinprick on a flat horizon.
And the lapping waves marked time cuz the sun didn't seem to be rising.
The sailor moon says:
"well, maybe someday soon catastrophe won't have to be induced."

You're on due course.  (due course)
You're on due course.
There is no place to strive for anymore.
Your ship's destination is the ocean floor.
I'll sink you at sea.  Purposefully.
You're going on a journey.