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no one says old man (to the old man) - on the bridge in command stands the old man. all our wills bound up in his hands. hardly see him but we feel him even down here and a thread though our heads has us all ears. no one never ever says old man to the old man. no one never, never ever says old man to the old man, to the old man, the old man. he makes just the slightest kind of motion then there's a turn on the wheel by the coxswain and a blast on the pipe by the boatswain as the bow of the boat plows the ocean. "mr. handley, would you defend a man you knew was guilty?" "mr. watt, I'm not going to answer that but I will say this: maybe it's more a question of how much guilty and how much innocent." yo ho, oh yo, yo ee oh, oh yo, yo oh ho. an eye at the top of the pyramid focused on the place where it's all hid. the undertow flow of the current rushing all through me as I learn it. for everything revealed, something's concealed and for everything concealed, something's revealed.