The Bloody Seamen

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Web Name: The Bloody Seamen

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Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.And when they see it flyin’, directly in their faceOur enemies do cower, and then retreat in disgraceFrom our Yellow POur Yellow P is for passion…And pride and power too…It wells up from deep inside us…T’ cascade all over you…Our Yellow P sails forwardIn unending supplyOur opponents, they do fear itWhen they catch it in their eyeAnd when they see it comin’, they better run in hasteFor if it hap t’ catch ‘em, it’ll leave a bitter tasteOur Yellow…Like the waters from our rivers, that flow through through our hometownIts surge cannot be altered, or curved or turned aroundOur Yellow P sails onward, through rain and snow and sleetAnd we do wear it proudly from our heads down to our feetOur Yellow P is mighty, it cannot be undoneOur Yellow P is awesome, and our Yellow P won’t runOur Yellow P will shower down…And our Yellow P will win…Our Yellow P reigns over them…Time and time again…Our Yellow P is from Pittsburgh…Just like you and me…So raise a glass, and drink it downOur Yellow P I’m a gentleman of fortune, I’ve travelled all aroundBeen with every type o’ woman, from every type o’ townAnd every one’s a beauty, a flower to be sureTo each I’m more romantic than the one I had beforeI’ll give ya wine and roses, and treat ya with respectT’ sharpen up the order, that I then issue next…ON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOWQuit yer indignation no one’s listenin’ no howON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOWFor thirty sloppy seconds, it’s on yer belly sowI’m the most romantic bastard that you’d ever want t’ meetI’ll cook you steak and lobster, and I’ll massage yer feetI’ll whisper you sweet nothings, I’ll write you poetryI’ll wash your hair and braid it and I’ll tell you of the seaI’ll meet yer mum and father, to make me honor known‘Cause soon just like a doggie I’ll be giving you the boneON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOWQuit yer indignation no one’s listenin’ no howON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOWFor country, queen, and kingdom, it’s on yer belly sowI’m the most romantic bastard that you’d ever want t’ meetI’ll cook you steak and lobster, and I’ll massage yer feetI’ll whisper you sweet nothings, I’ll write you poetryI’ll wash your hair and braid it and I’ll tell you of the seaI’ll meet yer mum and father, to make me honor known‘Cause soon just like a doggie I’ll be giving you the boneON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOWQuit yer indignation no one’s listenin’ no howON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOWFor thirty sloppy seconds, it’s on yer belly sowON YER BELLY SOW…That’s where I am torn‘Cause at the end o’ that haul, you got nothin’ though you have it allThe weight it runs you throughObligation bills and debt, only toil till yer deadWhat you own now owns you…I want nothin’, pure and trueTake me cash take me jewels, take me future hang the rulesMeans nothin’ to me (…HUH! …HAH!)Keep yer titles and demands, keep yer lovers and yer landsSo I may be free (…HUH! …HAH!)Take it all take me name, take me fortune and me fameNothin’ for me own (…HUH! …HAH!)Take it all do as ye would, I’d give ya my skin if I couldEven take me bones (…HUH! …HAH!)…I want nothin’, pure and trueI take vow, I will be freeRenounce all, and nothin’ will be for meI’ll sail, I’ll fight, I’ll kill, and I shall do as I pleaseAnd no encumbered life, shall bring me to my knees!Live… vow… nothing… nowBe… free… nothing for meLive… vow… nothing… nowBe… free… nothing for meI take vow, I will be freeRenounce all, and nothin’ will be for meI’ll sail, I’ll fight, I’ll kill, and I shall do as I pleaseAnd no encumbered life, shall bring me to my knees!I will keep to me vow, free forever starting nowI shall not retreat (…HUH! …HAH!)Now unbridled and exempt, exonerated and contentI’m at last complete (…HUH! …HAH!)…I am free, pure and true Ya gotta have these things, if you want anythingT’ get everything, ya gotta have these thingsWithout these things, you won’t have anythingBut with these things, we’ll be fucking kingsBullets and BrineBullets and BrineWhat was yours is now mineBullets and BrineYa gotta take these tools, and use ‘em for fuelTa gotta take these tools, and take ‘em to schoolYa gotta take these tools, and make ‘em real cool (??)Ya gotta take these tools, and break the rulesBullets and BrineBullets and BrineWhat was yours is now mineBullets and BrineThere’s yours and there’s mineThere’s yours and there’s mineThere’s no yours, there’s just mineThere’s no yours, there’s only mineBullets and BrineBullets and BrineWhat was yours is now mineBullets and BrineYa gotta take these things, ya gotta let ‘em singYa gotta make ‘em ring, these simple thingsLet the choir sing, these simple thingsLet the prophets bring, angels take wingBullets and BrineBullets and BrineWhat was yours is now mineBullets and BrineThis day we’ll claim our fate, with cutlass and side armFull o’ fight and ready mightTime to take up… ARRRMS!Break free your chains me lads, time to be boldOnward to victory and, treasures untold‘Tis the day we’ll slaughter they who dare t’ wish us harmForward bound we’ll claim our groundTime to take up… ARRRMS!Wild eyed as the blood flies into the ragin’ swarmBaptized we’ll claim our prizeTime to take up… ARRRMS!Don’t waste your life away, on murky shoresCome seize your destiny, and claim what’s yoursEvery hand across the land, prepare to sound alarmTo the sea for you and meTime to take up… ARRRMS!This day we’ll claim our fate, with cutlass and side armFull o’ fight and ready mightTime to take up… ARRRMS!…Gotta rally up yer guts me hearties…Gonna sally forth and then…Gonna show ‘em we’re in charge here mateys…Our knees won’t bendTAKE… UP… ARRRMS!…Raise ‘em up!TAKE… UP… ARRRMS!Shared one and shared all, best mates we did fallMy life and my girl, you’ve stolen my worldBetrayed so true, done dirty by youBurned! (BURNED!!)Burned! (BURNED!!)Burned! (BURNED!!)Burned! (BURNED!!)Ain’t seen ya for years, your visage fuels my fearsI see ya in me home, all my things now your ownYou liar, you cheat, you bastard, you thiefOutsmarted I were, you poxy rotten currBurned! (BURNED!!)Burned! (BURNED!!)Burned! (BURNED!!)Burned! (BURNED!!)There’s nothing can be, recompense for meNo recourse at all, your rapture my fallLest I take it back, and your luck goes slackAnd I take your life, aye now that would be niceBurned!Burned!Burned!Burned!Burned! (BURNED!!)Burned! (BURNED!!)Burned! (BURNED!!)Burned! (BURNED!!)…Burned!The streets are painted with puke, the alleys are full of shiteThe sidewalks are pissy, it’s Amateur NightThe boys want to be men, they’re looking for a fightThey’re gonna get their arse kicked, it’s Amateur NightI know I’m part of the problem, and I know you’re not to blameSaint Patrick we’re so sorry, for what we done to your good nameROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham!ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham!ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham!ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK!The rookies stagger ‘round, they’re looking quite a frightBut we’re just getting started, it’s Amateur NightThey drink and spill and curse, and spit and slur and fightWhile the pro drunks stay classy, it’s Amateur NightI know I’m part of the problem, and I know you’re not to blameSaint Patrick we’re so sorry, for what we done to your good nameSaint Patrick was an amazing man… (GUINNESS!)He ran the snakes right out of Ireland… (JAMESON!)But he ain’t remembered for the good he done…‘Cause his day is filled with drinkin’ and fightin’and pukin’ and degen’rate fun! (YEEEAAH!)Let’s drink and drink and drink, with all our ruddy mightAnd celebrate together, it’s Amateur Night‘Cause now you’re one of us, and quite an awesome sightSo slainte ‘till next year’s Amateur NightI know I’m part of the problem, and I know you’re not to blameSaint Patrick we’re so sorry, for what we done to your good nameROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham!ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham!ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham!ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! (puke) I were born with a pistol and a cutlass in me gripI were raised by me mother, for me father had jumped shipBut me mum had many suitors who taught me of the tradeThanks t’ them all together I’m this pirate they have madeThey were bastards on the ocean, and masters of the seaI’m a seaman to the core, a bloody troubadour, I’m the SON OF A WHORE!I’m the Son of A Hundred PiratesSeaman to the core, a bloody troubadour, I’m the SON OF A WHORE!I’m the Son of A Hundred PiratesThey say ‘tis a shame that this boy’s father is not knownAnd he ain’t got no foundation, and no guidance in his homeBut me values they be sterling, and good fortune has come to pass‘Cause five score of proud sailors have come t’ be my dadsThey were bastards on the ocean, and masters of the seaI’m a seaman to the core, a bloody troubadour, I’m the SON OF A WHORE!I’m the Son of A Hundred PiratesSeaman to the core, a bloody troubadour, I’m the SON OF A WHORE!I’m the Son of A Hundred PiratesMe mother, what a good heart she had…‘Tis no shame, nor disgrace I’m her lad…Time were tough, alas and alack…She made ends meet, layin’ flat on her backI were born with a pistol and a cutlass in me gripI were raised by me mother, an now I captain a shipEach caller added somethin’, and I’m proud of who I beI’m a bastard on the ocean, and a master of the seaI’m a seaman to the core…A bloody troubadour…I’m the son of, a whore…I’m the son of a whore…And the SON OF A HUNDRED PIRATES! I caught a splinter in me heel and by morning it were redBy noon the gangrene had set in, and by nightfall it were deadNot feeling nothin’ in me leg from me heel up to me kneeI knew the outcome were no good, for me limb were south o’ cheeseAin’t no use, ain’t no chance to save me way of lifeCome six bells and at first light I’ll go under the knifeOne less foot, one less leg, what more can I doT’ save me way of life, would ye like t’ buy a shoe?They’ll fill me full o’ rot-gut rum and stretch me dead leg outWhile two strong swabs do hold me down and put a wood bit in me mouthThe sawbones he will start his work, and the metal and bone will grindThrough the rackin’ pain me gold reward will be the one thing on me mind‘Tis Morgan’s code to compensate for life and loss o’ limbSix hundred pieces for me leg all sawt off nice and trimHey sawbones get your cuttin’ done so I can get me payAnd take me newly gotten gold and piss it all awayLOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF!LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF!LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF!LOP IT OFF! …Yeah Lop It OffLOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF!LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF!LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF!LOP IT OFF! …Yeah Lop It OffI got me peg leg, I’m whole againBack on the ocean, standin’ with the other menI got me peg leg, I’m ready for a fightI lost me left leg, but I came through it all right…Jolly roger, rum and coke, Quint and Jaws and, tangled rope…Nathaniel Merriweather, Captain Hook, Treasure Island is our book…Bon Scott’s drinkin’, Lemmy’s moles, Dio’s lyrics set our roles…Shane MacGowan and his teeth, electric shanties on a reefBalls Deep… our rock is Balls DeepBalls Deep… like the deep blue seaBalls Deep… our rock is Balls DeepBalls Deep… like the deep blue sea Sinkin’ down dark crushes in, can’t remember how it beganAll I know is I am alone, and I feel like I am going homeTouch the sand and cannot go up, I’m in trouble I’m out of luckWater water everywhere, I’d trade my soul for one gulp of airFirst breath, water insideSecond breath, eyes open wideThird breath, nowhere to hideThree… Deep… Breaths I’m here at this depth, suckin’ water wantin’ breathI lived the best that I can, after all I am just a manBut now I’m part of the sea, not as bad as I thought it would beFish and flora feed on me bones, and I feel like I’m finally homeFirst breath, water insideSecond breath, eyes open wideThird breath, nowhere to hideThree… Deep… Breaths Soon the sea shall be calm…Soon the air shall be clear…Soon means nothing to me…Forever I shall be hereAnd now I’m part of the sea, not as bad as I thought it would beFish and flora feed on me bones, and I feel like I’m finally homeAnd on the bottom I’ll stay, ‘till call o’ reckonin’ daySound trumpets all will be said, and the sea shall give up her deadFirst breath, water insideSecond breath, eyes open wideThird breath, nowhere to hideThird breath, that’s how I diedThree— Deep-- Breaths--Three— Deep-- Breaths--Three--- Dee--- Breaths-- about Hailing from the pirate-rich city o Pittsburgh, The Bloody Seamen let loose their second album. Born of fire, sweat, brine, alcohol, and blistering rock, Sail Hatin will have you raising your cutlass in unison with some of the last real rebels left in rock and roll.PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!! The Bloody Seamen are Pittsburgh s premier Pirate-Rock band. They draw from punk, metal, celtic, traditional, and rock n roll musical styles PLUS the golden age of piracy, and their music can be matched only by their stage shows which have been known to include bagpipes, pistols, swordplay, fisticuffs, fire-breathing, rum-swilling and all sorts of high-seas skullduggery. PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!! ...more In honor of the band’s 50th Anniversary, Yep Roc have reissued the 1980 album by pub rock pioneers Eggs Over Easy. Bandcamp New Notable Sep 30, 2019 Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. 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The Bloody Seamen The Bloody Seamen are Pittsburgh&#39;s premier Pirate-Rock band. They draw from punk, metal, celtic, traditional, and rock n&#39; roll musical styles PLUS the golden age of piracy, and their music can be matched only by their stage shows which have been known to include bagpipes, pistols, swordplay, fisticuffs, fire-breathing, rum-swilling and all sorts of high-seas skullduggery. PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!! Sail Hatin&#39;, released 11 March 2017 1. The Yellow P 2. On Yer Belly Sow 3. I Want Nothing 4. Bullets an&#39; Brine 5. Take Up Arrrms 6. Burned 7. Amateur Night 8. Son of a Hundred Pirates 9. Lop it Off 10. Balls Deep 11. Three Deep Breaths 12. Ramming Speed Hailing from the pirate-rich city o&#39; Pittsburgh, The Bloody Seamen let loose their second album. Born of fire, sweat, brine, alcohol, and blistering rock, &quot;Sail Hatin&#39;&quot; will have you raising your cutlass in unison with some of the last real rebels left in rock and roll. PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!!

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