Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

There’s a reason they call it the Golden Fleece
All those Argonauts signed a release
Squeaky pulleys call for grease
So excuse me while I disturb some peace

Getting mixed signals from the Oracle
Hard to know if we’re heroes or fools
From the cryptic tone of ridicule
Coming off that three-legged stool

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The prize is priceless
And beggars belief
Guarded by a dragon
With warriors for teeth
I’d rest on my laurels
But they made off with my wreath
Plenty of glory in the age-old stories
Plenty of shadows underneath

All these luminaries merit mention
But the hero is an epic invention
Just a way to focus dramatic tension
A plot device, a narrative convention

Forecast’s sunny with dark undertones
Some details are best left unknown
You’ll succeed through no fault of your own
If you can tell an island from a stepping-stone

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Oh, I’m no stranger to galley stripes
Quite acquainted with all the archetypes
Whatever treasure a pirate may swipe
Is merely a measure of the wind in your pipes

Hell, we all gathered to tell the tale
And my tea leaves say this quest can’t fail
Hunt your holy grails and your white whales
Just lend me some headwinds for my sails