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Septopus!

by Seas Of Mirth

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1.
White Whale 02:10
White Whale, white whale why do sailors fail Oh to glimpse upon thy tail It's akin to the Grail, White whale in a big white veil thee dressed Does a heart really beat beneath that big white chest?
2.
Beware the haunt of Blackbeard It haunteth waves of death And once you've been scarred, yer scarred for life, lad So darn well hold yer breath Cause it's a moonlight requisition And you be careful where you move But when yer riddled with disease and yer fresh outta booty then we ain't got much to lose, get a grip now! Swab the decks and hoist the sails, let's fire up the cannons Plundering in the spirit of the fiddler's jig Row the oars and hide the whores. let's batten down the hatches Commandeering in the spirit of the Captain's wig Beware the pipe of Blackbeard It tooteth from the hearth Its ghastly tones will cause a shiver across this sea of mirth But it's a moonlight requisition And you'd better not kill the groove! From the port, to the starboard, gonna burn this goddamn ship right down! Swab the decks and hoist the sails, let's fire up the cannons Plundering in the spirit of the fiddler's jig Row the oars and hide the whores. let's batten down the hatches Commandeering in the spirit of the Captain's wig
3.
Oh, Jimbo was a sailor returning from Jamaica He had swiped the finest rums that they ever had a made-a He has a wife and children, BY JOVE she would've killed him if she knew that he'd been stealing the grog that he'd been sinkin' He tasted the elixir, and he never could turn back His past was pretty shady but his future's lookin' black He was warned a thousand times but he would never see a quack You can forget a hearty breakfast, just give him a bottle of Jack! Oh is your betrothed the drunkard? Does he drink straight from the tap? What in God's name were you thinking when you married that piece of crap? (Oh give him a slap!) He made it back to London and stole the gin from Gordon He had gagged him up and told him "This booze aint made for hoardin" Whoe'er his mistress be, I suggest ye go to sea, 'cause now he's sailin' up to the Mull of Kintyre, pilferin' whiskey! He tasted the elixir, and he never could turn back His past was pretty shady but his future's lookin' black He was warned a thousand times but he would never see a quack You can forget a hearty breakfast, just give him a bottle of Jack! Oh is your betrothed the drunkard? Does he wear a drunkard's cap? What in God's name were you thinking when you married that piece of crap? Oh is your betrothed the drunkard? Does he drink straight from the tap? What in God's name were you thinking when you married that piece of crap? Is your.. is your... is your betrothed the drunkard? Is your.. is your... is your betrothed the drunkard? Is your.. is your... is your betrothed the drunkard? Is your.. is your... is your betrothed the drunkard? Is your.. is your... is your betrothed the drunkard? Is your.. is your... is your betrothed the drunkard? Is your.. is your... is your betrothed the drunkard? Is your.. is your... is yours that horrible, slithering piece of...
4.
Fog 04:13
Are we close to land, are we close to being rammed, Are we in the purgatory? Are we on an ocean, are we even in motion? Nobody can tell, really Nowt on the horizon but the fear of capsizin' I feel the temperature arisin' Release me please, from these unforgiving seas! Days turn into nights, and nights turn into day, either way it will be grey you see. Tiny little droplets coming in your eye sockets, Even round your cock it's misty! Nowt on the horizon but the fear of capsizin' I feel the temperature arisin' Release me please, from pubic anemones! Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman, Who's about to get a rummaging? HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREAVES! HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREAVES! HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREAVES!!!! Devoid of debauchery, these men resort to buggery, Tis the scurge of the high seas Release me please, from this veneral disease! The lights went out, the fog rolled in, my men ran out of grog and gin...
5.
Fixing course between the Sun and Moon I ate a plate of dry baboon's penis To glance towards the star of Venus Alone upon this starry eve, I had but not a minute to grieve, bereavement is for sissies, and the Navy. The sudden death of all me crew was caused not but a mighty flu nor a violent storm, nor sailors who'd betray us My friends are feeling their gestation Amidst the belly of a large crustacean To whom I vow... retalliation! There's a giant crab who came in the night with his beady eyes, just looking for a fight with his pincer arms and his pincer face He would make a mockery of the pirate race The son o' Smee, he could not swim He clung on to his mandolin Realising he had broke a string, he was eaten. Pearl River went to see St Peter, Though the crab did eat her, he wouldn't forgive her Now decomposing in the liver, of a monster. Captain Seamas couldn't take it, Shot his musket, hit a bullet in the crab's eye He did not cry, he just got angrier.. Now my friends are feeling their gestation Amidst the belly of a large crustacean And I will have my retalliation Upon this beast of God's creation There's a giant crab who came in the night with his beady eyes, just looking for a fight with his pincer arms and his pincer face He would make a mockery of the pirate race
6.
7.
Daniel was deadly, feared on the seas Killed with such dispassionate ease Daniel was riddled with guilty feelings of his devilish actions, and unpardonable dealings Daniel that dragon spent years on the wagon Never touched the bottle, nor tankard nor flagon For we knew that the liqueur excited his senses One strike of the trigger, and death he dispenses! Lock up your doors boys, and put another link in For you know what he gets like, when he's been a drinkin' Daniel don't do it, let me talk you through it Do me a favour man, put down that musket! Oh later that night, one terrible storm Did in for Daniel's attempt at reform "Just one snifter of brandy" - he said, "This boat be a rockin, t'will take off the edge" Oh who could have argued, with a man of his size As we watched the fire return to his eyes Never touched the bottle, nor tankard nor flagon For we knew that the liqueur excited his senses One strike of the trigger, and death he dispenses! Lock up your doors boys, and put another link in For you know what he gets like, when he's been a drinkin' Daniel don't do it, let me talk you through it Do me a favour man, put down that musket! Rumbadiddleydyediddleydyediddleydumbahday... Lock up your doors boys, and put another link in For you know what he gets like, when he's been a drinkin' Daniel don't do it, let me talk you through it Do me a favour man, put down that musket!
8.
1000% Overproof Rum (free) 03:46
They led me through enchanted woods they showed me a myriad of bottled goods they all said overproof a vast percentage through the roof i said "How much, man?" ..he said "No a- mount of gold could buy this shipment you must prove yourself to be worthy of the aincent recipe" Drink it in the evening drink it in the morning this ship comes with a government warning nothing in the ocean's gonna kill you quicker than the batch we're shipping in of red hot liqueur Dare you take a tiny sip afrom the flask upon my hip i assure you this is quite the trip sclerosis halitosis is the likely... diagnosis pretty soon you'll come to know this you must prove yourself to be worthy of the ancient recipe Drink it in the evening drink it in the morning this ship comes with a government warning nothing in the ocean's gonna kill you quicker than the batch we're shipping in of red hot liqueur Your eyes will explode And your heart will stop and death is certain from a single drop Dare you take a tiny sip afrom the flask upon my hip I assure you this is quite the trip Quite the trip indeed... Quite the trip indeed "HAVE I DIED?!" "no" the man replied "but you have lost your mind! ...and you are probably blind" one thousand per cent they said it was never meant no NO no NO no Overproof rum they said it could never be done, never be done Drink it in the evening drink it in the morning this ship comes with a government warning nothing in the ocean's gonna kill you quicker than the batch we're shipping in of red hot liqueur Drink it in the evening drink it in the morning this ship comes with a government warning nothing in the ocean's gonna kill you quicker than the batch we're shipping in of red hot liqueur
9.
Oh heathen wenches perched high on your rock With your siren song, won't you sit on my boat Your hypnotic sound can make my heart bleed With a face like a dog though, you belong on a lead Your voice so gentle, your sound so pure With skin like Medusa wearing lipstick manure A crescendo of bliss, a glimpse into heaven Til you stopped your wailing, and I began to vomit horrendously When the Sinister Sisters of Sicily sang The men came a crawlin' in search of the Moulin (rouge) Instead what they find is a snakey like pit By now it's too late though, we're all in the shit Well one coaxed me in with her delicate hum Her voice wasn't bad either, it was better than some With an amphibious face, and seaweed for hair, she sang "Walking on Memphis", Holy Mackerel, it's Cher! Her wee froggy voice, had me in a spell, she invited me down to her cesspit to dwell Well I made my excuses, once I finished the deed Twas a wise old maneuver, I suggest you take heed! When the Sinister Sisters of Sicily sang The men came a crawlin' in search of the Moulin (rouge) Instead what they find is a snakey like pit By now it's too late though, we're all in the shit Oh my dear purly wurly princess how i adored your leather chaps, wooden acting, and penchant for paparrazzi abuse, not to mention your veracious appetite for salty skin, and men of weak will, consequently leading to out blessed love child, Horatio! I often think of horatio, our misguided son, and his ill fated outcome, what with his fishy head and human lip scenario, and his arthritic gills, not too sure how he inherited that... I can only hope for an enjoyable life for horatio, and his children, and their children, and their children's children etc etc.. Oh matilda we could have been so good together if it wasn't for your excessive repulsiveness.... When the Sinister Sisters of Sicily sang The men came a crawlin' in search of the Moulin (rouge) Instead what they find is a snakey like pit By now it's too late though, we're all in the shit When the Sinister Sisters of Sicily sang The men came a crawlin' in search of the Moulin (rouge) Instead what they find is a snakey like pit By now it's too late though, we're all in the shit When the Sinister Sisters of Sicily sang The men came a crawlin' in search of the Moulin (rouge) Instead what they find is a snakey like pit By now it's too late though, we're all in the shit I hear now she's singing for six groats a night Making movies as well, though I hear they're all shite.
10.
When the devil's on the seas with a mighty breeze and you find it too much to wrestle It's a dastardly deed so the last thing you need is a visit from a phantom vessel Lemme tell you 'bout the ship called the Flying Dutchman Twas blessed by the monarchy, very very much man! Disappeared off the Cape o' Good Hope, no trace and it still remains an open case but when you hear its sound and you see its apparition, oh DOOM BE BOUND When the devil's on the seas with a mighty breeze and you find it too much to wrestle It's a dastardly deed so the last thing you need is a visit from a phantom vessel Lemme tell ye bout the good ship Cophenhagen Five masts an' all, ain't no mistakin! Ain't a soul who had thought it were washed away Til they found its wreckage upon Cape Town Bay Seamen saw its apparition off the coast of France they shat their pants Throughout the howling winds of time Have men of the sea been swamped with fear, violent visions, premonitions, rapscallions of the underworld Here it is, the flying Dutchman, in yer face goddamit! When the devil's on the seas with a mighty breeze and you find it too much to wrestle It's a dastardly deed so the last thing you need is a visit from a phantom vessel When the devil's on the seas with a mighty breeze and you find it too much to wrestle It's a dastardly deed so the last thing you need is a visit from a phantom ... vessel
11.
Tug, tug, tug, you whores.
12.
At the bottom of a barrel you can see The glory of a nautical shanty Singing with the travelling men of the sea Throwing caution to the wind of a harmony With a fine wench sitting on my knee Playing the fiddle and the djembe The smell of the grog house you'll agree Tis a wonderful thing when those pirates sing Old man tell me the tales of the ship o many shanties caught in the blowing gales and the time you fought off killer whales with nothing but a bucket of rusty nails Old man tell me the tales of the ship o many shanties caught in the blowing gales and the time you fought off killer whales with nothing but a bucket of rusty nails At the bottom of a barrel you can see The glory of a nautical shanty Singing with the travelling men of the sea Throwing caution to the wind of a harmony With a fine wench sitting on my knee Singing rather huskily Her touch is rather muscly Just like the whores of Tuscany Old man tell me the tales of the ship o many shanties caught in the blowing gales and the time you fought off killer whales with nothing but a bucket of rusty nails Old man tell me the tales of the ship o many shanties caught in the blowing gales and the time you fought off killer whales with nothing but a bucket of rusty nails...

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Debut beast summoned by the Mirth. It smells a little, yet strangely compelling... like a fish market

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released December 17, 2012

Produced by Phil Booth at JT Soar Studios, Nottingham
Mixed by Chris Armstrong
Mastered by Joe Caithness at Subsequent Studio
© & ℗ Seas Of Mirth 2012. All rights reserved.
For a full set of credits, visit www.seasofmirth.com

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An aquatically enthused outfit based in the Mid Lands of the UK. Fourth album 'Kriller', inspired by nightlife and the deep ocean is available to preorder now.

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