This Much Counts as One · Track 45 · middle
MilliHelen
MilliHelen — the beauty required to launch one ship. Volume: VI. ABSURD. ANGLE: Grading a face by fleet size. Funny until you think about who's doing the grading. Sing the person or animal inside the unit, never the definition.
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Lyrics
[Intro] Step right up to the gangway, ladies Keep the line moving [Verse 1] Turn your profile to the morning glare Let me get the brass calipers right in your hair Don't flinch at the cold metal against the bone I am grading the grace of the entirely unknown That’s a sharp enough jaw for a flat-bottomed skiff With a patched canvas sail, if I’m grading it stiff It’s a science we do on the edge of the pier So we know exactly what is launching this year [Chorus] Oh, step up to the waterline, let the harbor decide We got a ruler for the cheek, we got a plumb line for the pride It’s a heavy thing to carry, all that timber in your smile Just a fraction of a war, waiting in single file Yeah, the fleet's gotta float, and the math never lies [Verse 2] Your sister came through and she yielded a brig But her eyes are just slightly too terribly big Now you, with the freckle right under the lash That’s a thirty-foot cutter bought in heavy hard cash And the copper sheathing on the hull of the thing Will gleam like the wedding band you’re trying to wring Out of some poor sailor who is drowning at sea But I don't write the rules, don't you look at me [Chorus] Oh, step up to the waterline, let the harbor decide We got a ruler for the cheek, we got a plumb line for the pride It’s a heavy thing to carry, all that timber in your smile Just a fraction of a war, waiting in single file Yeah, the fleet's gotta float, and the math never lies [Bridge] My eye cuts a stranger in half on the street Before my brain registers the shoes on her feet It’s a reflex, a habit, this sorting of parts A terrible way to go looking for hearts But the ledger needs ink and the empire needs wood And I’d give you a galleon if I only could [Verse 3] So hold still while I carry the two and the four There's a dinghy in there, maybe something much more But you're staring right back with a slant to your brow And you're sizing me up from the stern to the bow [Outro] You look at my clipboard, you look at my shoes You're doing the math on the things I can use I'm holding the ruler, I'm standing so tall But you wouldn't launch a single rowboat for me At all