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White Whale
02:10
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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?
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2. |
A Moonlight Requisition
03:35
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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
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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...
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4. |
Fog
04:13
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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...
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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
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6. |
Ly Ly Ladyboy
03:03
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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!
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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
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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.
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10. |
Phantom Vessel
02:51
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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
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11. |
Tug Of Whores
03:57
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Tug, tug, tug, you whores.
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12. |
Ship O' Many Shanties
04:36
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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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Seas Of Mirth Nottingham, UK
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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