Mateo

Captain Mateo

bought this dragon solely for the purpose of this song, so I guess that makes him a fandragon??

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Another New World - Punch Brothers

The leading lights of the age all wondered amongst themselves what I would do next
After all that I found in my travels around the world, was there anything left?
"Gentlemen" I said, "I've studied the charts and if what I’m thinking is right,
There's another new world at the top of the world for the first one who breaks through the ice"

And I looked 'round the room, in that way I once had, and I saw that they wanted belief
So I said, "All I've got are my guts and my God, " then I paused, "and the Annabel Lee"
Oh, the Annabel Lee — and I saw their eyes shine — the most beautiful ship in the sea!
My Nina, my Pinta, my Santa Maria, my beautiful Annabel Lee...

That spring we set sail, the crowds waved from the shore, and on board the crew waved their hats
But I never had family, just the Annabel Lee, so I never had cause to look back
I just set the course north and I'd study the charts and towards dawn I drifted towards sleep,
And I dreamed of the fine, deep harbor I'd find past the ice for my Annabel Lee

After that it got colder

The world got quiet, it was never quite day or quite night
And the sea turned the color of sky turned the color of sea turned the color of ice
'Til at last all around us was fastness, one vast glassy desert of arsenic white
And the waves that once lifted her sifted instead into drifts against Annabel's side

And the crew gathered closer

At first for the warmth, but each day would bring a new set
Of tracks in the snow leading over the edge of the world 'til I was the only one left
Then it gets cloudy but it seems like I laid there for days and maybe for months
Oh but Annabel held me, just the two of us happy to think back on all we had done...

We talked of the other new worlds we'd discovered as she gave up her body to me
And as I chopped up her mainsail for timber I told her of all that we still had to see
As the frost turned her moorings to nine-tail and the winds lashed her sides in the cold
I burned her to keep me alive every night in the loving embrace of her hold

And I won't call it rescue
That brought me back here to the old world to drink and decline
And pretend that the search for another new world was well worth the burning of mine

But sometimes at night, in my dreams comes the singing of some unknown tropical bird
And I smile in my sleep, thinking Annabel Lee's finally made it to another new world
Yeah, sometimes at night in my dreams comes a singing of some unknown tropical bird
And I smile in my sleep, thinking Annabel Lee's finally made it to another new world