Letras
General Quarters
GQ ain't always fire and fight,
Sometimes it's boredom in the dead of night-
Stale black coffee, paint dust fallin',
Boots by a hatch where the ocean's callin'.
Engines hum like a restless heart,
Stillness cutting every thought apart,
Till someone shouts and the silence breaks-
"Move, sailor!" and your bloodline wakes.
But she's the other kind of warning bell,
Trouble in perfume with a tale to tell.
Eyes say don't, but the smile says dare,
Storm wind rising in her wildfire stare.
One slow breath and your pulse runs hot,
Sirens blarin' in a place you forgot,
Every instinct beating like a steel hatch slam-
GQ-brace up, you know who I am.
General Quarters... hold the line,
Storm like her hits every time.
Some wars roar with smoke and flame,
Some start soft and end the same.
She'll drop your guard with one small kiss-
And there ain't no drill for a war like this.
She ain't wicked-she's a spark set loose,
Part gospel hymn, part burnin' fuse.
Earrings fall like a battle sign,
Bottle tilts back with a devil's spine.
Voice drops low and the bar goes still,
Every man feels that electric chill.
All you can do as the fuse burns fast
Is breathe real steady and hold... hold fast.
I've stood watch on nights when the sea went black,
Waves hittin' hard like they wanted me back.
But danger at sea's got a rhythm you know-
Her kind of storm? No pattern to show.
She'll change direction mid-stride, mid-breath,
Turn calm to chaos and life to death.
And somehow you follow wherever she goes,
'Cause some storms choose you, and sailor... she knows.
You whisper steady though you're shakin' inside,
Like a hull under strain still holds its pride.
But she knows the armor you claim ain't real-
The weak spot hid beneath the steel.
She finds the rivets that time can't hide,