fuckin pirate flakes.... I did a rush recording (MERTZ is going to be mister producer/engineer this year) and the results were mixed, but I haven't heard back from any of them so insert yr dumb pirate pun here, walk the plank, man overboard, etc. there was talk of incorporating som gypsy jazz, which I would love to play on banjo or tin sandwich. how's show biznatch? give MERTZ love to the fam and crew. greasy crawdad guts and bilge water to you! & happy birth day you impotent pup, you insolent mongrel weenbag XOX
Chinatown bumboat (by SALTY DICK)
I was strolling down Sand Street one fine summer night And I spied a fair damsel as she hove in sight. I ran up my number, to which she replied, "I'm a Chinatown bumboat going out with the tide, "I'm a Chinatown bumboat going out with the tide."
I passed her a hawser and took her in tow, We crossed down the way like a couple should go. We turned in an alley not too clean or neat, And we dropped out mudhooks at the end of the street. (2 times)
She then led me up to a third-story floor, And in her fine stateroom I soon laid her o'er. She cleaned up her courses and her red flag downhaul, Laid her lily-white hand on me reeftackle-fall. (2 times)
I gazed in her sternsheets, saw plenty of room, And into her hullpipe I shoved my jibboom. With her fenders o'erhanging like a bent scupper's lip, Pretty Polly's a pirate who scuttled my ship. (2 times)
She rolled and she pitched like a ship in a storm, And cried out, "Oh, sailor, you're doing me harm! You're in the wrong port!" she cried out in alarm. Well, the wrong port be damned, any port in a storm. (2 times)
She burnt down me rigging clean down to the hull, And back to the sickbay me punt I did scull. With me foregaps all bent and me mainmast unstrung, The doctor said, "Sailor, yer jibboom is sprung." (2 times)
Now I'm lying in sickbay, me stern to the wall, The Chinatown bumboat the cause of it all. It's ashes to ashes and dust unto dust, Tell me, where is the woman a sailor can trust? (2 times)
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Sailors, like any exclusively male community, have probably always sung "dirty" songs. Even a cursory perusal of the available literature reveals ribald songs from cowboys, soldiers, rugby players, boy scouts. The available literature is scanty, however, since few folksong collectors preserved material of this nature. It is, therefore, one of the last branches of folk music that still relies primarily on oral transmission. If you want to learn songs that deal frankly with sexual themes, find a group of men without the company of women, open up a bottle or two, and stay close until the singing begins.
For seamen, the enforced abstinence of sea voyages created a pressure that found an outlet in the singing of bawdy songs. Much material has been lost to us, but there remains a small body of song of maritime provenance that is still pure and unbowdlerized. It is my intention with this recording to preserve a few of these gems, to probe this back channel of sea music. These are songs from both the merchant service and naval tradition, songs of long ago as well as of today, and songs from all corners of the English-speaking maritime world.
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Re: Oh yes sir! The month of the birthdays.
Date: 2007-01-02 03:56 am (UTC)how's show biznatch?
give MERTZ love to the fam and crew.
greasy crawdad guts and bilge water to you!
& happy birth day you impotent pup, you insolent mongrel weenbag
XOX
Chinatown bumboat (by SALTY DICK)
I was strolling down Sand Street one fine summer night
And I spied a fair damsel as she hove in sight.
I ran up my number, to which she replied,
"I'm a Chinatown bumboat going out with the tide,
"I'm a Chinatown bumboat going out with the tide."
I passed her a hawser and took her in tow,
We crossed down the way like a couple should go.
We turned in an alley not too clean or neat,
And we dropped out mudhooks at the end of the street. (2 times)
She then led me up to a third-story floor,
And in her fine stateroom I soon laid her o'er.
She cleaned up her courses and her red flag downhaul,
Laid her lily-white hand on me reeftackle-fall. (2 times)
I gazed in her sternsheets, saw plenty of room,
And into her hullpipe I shoved my jibboom.
With her fenders o'erhanging like a bent scupper's lip,
Pretty Polly's a pirate who scuttled my ship. (2 times)
She rolled and she pitched like a ship in a storm,
And cried out, "Oh, sailor, you're doing me harm!
You're in the wrong port!" she cried out in alarm.
Well, the wrong port be damned, any port in a storm. (2 times)
She burnt down me rigging clean down to the hull,
And back to the sickbay me punt I did scull.
With me foregaps all bent and me mainmast unstrung,
The doctor said, "Sailor, yer jibboom is sprung." (2 times)
Now I'm lying in sickbay, me stern to the wall,
The Chinatown bumboat the cause of it all.
It's ashes to ashes and dust unto dust,
Tell me, where is the woman a sailor can trust? (2 times)
http://cdbaby.com/cd/saltydick
Sailors, like any exclusively male community, have probably always sung "dirty" songs. Even a cursory perusal of the available literature reveals ribald songs from cowboys, soldiers, rugby players, boy scouts. The available literature is scanty, however, since few folksong collectors preserved material of this nature. It is, therefore, one of the last branches of folk music that still relies primarily on oral transmission. If you want to learn songs that deal frankly with sexual themes, find a group of men without the company of women, open up a bottle or two, and stay close until the singing begins.
For seamen, the enforced abstinence of sea voyages created a pressure that found an outlet in the singing of bawdy songs. Much material has been lost to us, but there remains a small body of song of maritime provenance that is still pure and unbowdlerized. It is my intention with this recording to preserve a few of these gems, to probe this back channel of sea music. These are songs from both the merchant service and naval tradition, songs of long ago as well as of today, and songs from all corners of the English-speaking maritime world.