Salty song lyric's or poems.

Re: Salty song lyric\'s or poems.

Brandy
or TheJourney by Duncan Brown. "Soon we'll be sailors, sailing on a salty sea.
Where the waves of the world will be our one and only company"

Not exactly Keats but it takes me there.

Far out man

Kim
 
Re: Salty song lyric\'s or poems.

This is very popular with the locals in the Bahamas.

Whittaker Roger - The Last Farewell

There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbour
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell

For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

I heard there's a wicked war a blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death; it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell

For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell

Though death and darkness gather all about me
And my ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
In the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return safe home again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dell

For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
 
Re: Salty song lyric\'s or poems.

From the pen of John Millington Synge:
A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drownded,
For he will be going out on a day he shouldn't,
But we do be afraid of the sea,
So we do only be drownded now and again.
 
Re: Salty song lyric\'s or poems.

The headline to your post had me singing Edmund Fitzgerald through, in my head, before I had noticed that it was your pick.

Brilliant lyrics, if a little morbid.

Lake Erie, it's said, never gives up her dead,
when the storms of November come early.

Anyway, as it's already gone I'll have to settle for:

Come wind, or rain, or sleet, or fog,
Write it down in the daily log,
With a cup of tea it's warm and snug,
To be a lighthouse keeper.

Yo-ho-ho see the big ships go,
Across the rolling sea.

From the original Portland Bill tv series!
 
Re: Salty song lyric\'s or poems.

Grey funnel line by Cyril Tawney - best sung by the silly sisters (Maddy Prior and June Tabour)



Don't mind the wind nor the rolling sea
The weary night never worries me
But the hardest time in a sailor's day
Is to watch the sun as it fades away

Refrain:
It's one more day on the grey funnel line

The finest ship that sails the sea
Is still a prison for the likes of me
But give me wings like Noah's dove
I'll fly up harbor to the one I love

There was a time my heart was free
Like a floating spar on the open sea
But now that spar is washed ashore
It comes to rest at my real love's door.

Every time I gaze behind the screws
Makes me long for St Peter's shoes
I'd walk on down that silver lane
And take my love in my arms again

Oh Lord, if dreams were only real
I'd have my hands on that wooden wheel
And with all my heart I would turn her 'round
And tell the boys that we're homeward bound

I'll pass the time like some machine
Until blue water turns to green
Then I'll dance down that Walker Shore
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
 
Re: Salty song lyric\'s or poems.

THE best ditty is Drunken boat by the Pogues.

Great for a sing song with the crew...



The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town
A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down
A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar
With me head inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor

Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts
I'll pin your likeness on the wall right buy my sleeping head
I'll send you cards and letters so you'll know that I'm not dead

By this time in a week I should be far away from home
Trailing fingers through the phospor or asleep in flowers of foam
From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville
We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill

An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar
With icefloes through the window we raised glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a coupled hundred Finns
And we dallied in the 'dilly and we stoaked ourselves in gin

Chorus
Now the only deck I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkned pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouced full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun

We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm
I crumpled under cudgel blows and finally came ashore
I spent the next two years or more just staring at the wall
We went to sea to see the world and what d'you think we saw?

If we turned the table upside down and sailed around the bed
Clamped knives between our teeth and tied bandannas round our heads
With the wainscot our horizon and the ceiling as the sky
You'd not expect that anyone would go and [--word removed--] die

At nights we passed the bottle round and drank to our lost friends
We lay alone upon our bunks and prayed that this would end
A wall of moving shadows with rows of swinging keys
We dreamed that whole Leviathans lay rotting in the weeds

Ther's a sound that comes from miles away if you lean your head to hear
A ship's bell rings on board a wreck where the air is still and clear
And up in heaven that means another angel's got his wings
But all below it signifies is a ship's gone in the drink
 
Re: Salty song lyric\'s or poems.

I thought more along the lines of
The Ball of Kirrimuir or
The Good Ship Venus or
The Ballad of Eskimo Nell or
The sexual life of a Camel
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Re: Salty song lyric\'s or poems.

Well I was going to nominate "Nantucket Sleighride" by Mountain which is a brilliant rock guitar piece based around the Moby Dick story.

However, you mentioning The Poques reminded me of their version of "The Irish Rover" - a masterpiece of irish exaggeration and brilliant to sing along to.....

The Irish Rover

On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover


We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
And the last of The Irish Rover

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Suzanne
by Leonard Cohen
Suzanne takes you down to
her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body
with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body
with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body
with her mind.
 
Re: Phew!!!! That\'s a relief

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Re: Salty song lyric\'s or poems.

One night off Cape Horn I shall never forget
And it's oh for a sigh when I think of it yet.
We were going bows-under, the sails were all wet,
We were running twelve knots with the main skys'l set.

Liverpool Judies.
 
Re: Salty song lyric\'s or poems.

P'rhaps not in the spirit of things, but................................

Oh, the Tomahawk Kid,
Do you know what he did
On a cave on Treasure Island?
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Didn't know where to find him.

When we set sail across the seven seas,
There was Captain Dan, Billy Bones, and me...
and the Tomahawk Kid.

Full fathom five, the Kid is alive!
And the crew was climbin' up the rigging,
Washed on land, on the silver sand,
We got no time for digging!

When we set sail across the seven seas,
There was Captain Dan, Billy Bones, and me...
and the Tomahawk Kid.

Yo Ho Ho,
Yo Ho Ho,
Yo Ho Ho,
Let me hold my captain,
And I'll hold your hairy hand,
Let's forget the treasure,
We can skip across the sand!

The Tomahawk Kid, you know what he did,
He hung his head in sorrow.
No treasure chest, he did his best,
He gonna come back tomorrow.

When we set sail across the seven seas,
There was Captain Dan, Billy Bones, and me...
and the Tomahawk Kid.
 
My Father .... I can hear him now ...

Drakes Drum ....

It was one of his favourites ......

It is one of those things that makes your spine tingle .... well for me anyway - 'cause of its family connection......

excerpt from Paranormal Web-site ref. Drakes Drum ........

Drake's Drum (Article courtesy and copyright © John Mount 2000)
Drake's Drum : In 1918 as the German fleet steamed into the port of Scapa Flow to surrender, the eerie tattoo of a kettle drum's victory roll began sounding below decks in the British battleship Royal Oak. Twice the commander sent officers to search out its source. When nothing was found the commander himself made a search of the ship. But every man was at his station and still the ghostly drummer continued his sonorous vigil.

The moment the ship dropped anchor the mysterious drum rolls ceased - Drake, it would seem was at rest once more.

The Englishman Sir Francis Drake, was a man of many talents, his naval career extended from an apprenticeship on a coastal vessel to the rank of admiral during the invasion by the Spanish Armada.

During his life he was an explorer, (the first Englishman to see the Pacific ocean) and as a navigator he twice circumnavigated the globe (the first, by an Englishman). As a privateer under the secret commission of Queen Elizabeth I he attacked Spanish ports at will and at one stage brazenly sailed into the Main Spanish harbour of Cadiz where the Armada was being assembled for the coming invasion of Britain. After sinking 10,000 tons of shipping (a considerable amount in those days) he laconically reported that he had just "singed the King of Spain's beard".

When the Spanish Armada finally sailed, Drake was in the middle of a game of bowls and was most put out when told of the imminent arrival of the Spanish fleet. "Don't worry," he coolly informed his comrades, "there's plenty of time to win this game and thrash the Spanish, too!"

Drake's landfall accomplishments were nearly as spectacular as his seaborne ones. Besides his knighthood; in 1582 he was made mayor of Plymouth, and in 1584-85 was elected to represent the county of Bossiney in parliament.

As the saying goes, you can take the man out of the sea but you can't take the sea out of the man, consequently Drake teamed up again with Hawkins and the two old sea-dogs set sail for the Spanish Main.

After capturing the fort of Nombre de Dios Drake sailed West and during the voyage became ill with fever and was too sick to remain on deck. On the night of January 27, partly delirious, Drake struggled from his bed insisting he should don his armor and die like a true knight.

He died before dawn the next day. His body was placed in a lead coffin and given to the sea off Portobello. Whilst on his deathbed he ordered that his drum be taken and hung in Buckland Abbey near Plymouth where it hangs today. He vowed that if England should ever be in danger from a foe and someone were to beat upon the drum he would return again to defend her shores.

It is said that while Napoleon, was being held a prisoner in Plymouth after the battle of Waterloo the drum was heard to give a low `growl'.

Apparently it has been heard three times this century, first in 1914 when the first world war started, four years later on the battleship Royal Oak and again in the second world war during the retreat from Dunkirk.

"Take my drum to England, hang it by the shore,
And strike it when your powder's running low;
If the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port of
heaven, and drum them up the channel as we
drummed them long ago."
Sir Henry John Newbolt 1862-1938
Will Drake's drum ever be heard again?

© John Mount 2000

FINIS

 
Leonard Cohen ....

I have that very song on album of his and yes its good - but have to say that I have to pick when to listen to any of it .... as it is incredibly sad ... literally the whole album ...

Found myself after a few beers really morbid after a few bars of Cohen .......

Really have to be in the mood ...... !!
 
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