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Circus Day!
03:16
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Circus Day!
by Lessing, Monaco (rec. 1928 Haywire Mac)
New Lyrics by Dylan M. Blackthorn, Samantha X, H. Burns
Oh my little honey, pin a rose on me
For I’m just as happy as a bumblebee
We must see that big parade,
Hear the jug band music play
See THAT Damned Band marching down the street
Got to save my money for the Oddities
Oh, see them!
Oh, hear them!
Ain’t those freaks just grand?!
On Circus Day, just see that clown with no pants,
See the dancing dwarf do her little dance
Watch the half-girl break a board,
As the elephant man wields his sword
Look out for the Leopard man, he’s a fright he will bite
On circus day – just comes around but once a year –
Oh, my honey, ain’t you glad you’re here?
That Museum we’ll investigate,
As Lobster folk pinch and pestigate,
All on circus day!
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2. |
Bloodthirsty!
05:17
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Bloodthirsty!
by Sean Lee verse by Dylan M. Blackthorn
A pirates’ life is cold & hard, he'll drink his cup of pleasure
and set his sails across the seas to hide his buried treasue
grinning as the cutlass gleams beneath the crescent moon
& thank your lucky stars that you have lived to hear this tune
& if we come to siege, well, you'd better just comply
it'd be a shame to see your good ship wrecked
and if you're one for fighting, well, you just may find your head
has been separated from you neck!
YAR!!! The Boarding Hooks! ARR!!! The blood does flow!
HOY!!! The severed limbs fly!
YAR!!! Free the Prisoners! ARR!!! Slit the Captain’s throat!
HAR!!! We’ll split the booty by and by!
Yes I’ve sailed upon the stormy seas, roamed verry far from home
and sent so many souls to hell, my heart’s become as stone
Thar’s nothing that can stop me as I rage upon this world
taking all what I desire, under skull and bones unfurled
& if you spy upon the horizon, our black banner flying high
You’d better make yer prayers short and quick
& if yer begging for salvation for yer slaving merchant hide
I can guarantee you’ll make yer saviour sick!
YAR!!! The cutlass gleams! ARR!!! Rapier!
HOY!!! The cannon balls fly!
YAR!!! Flintlock! ARR!!! Pistol fire!
HAR!!! the bloodthirsty cry!!!
Last verse, same as de first.
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3. |
Hook, Line, & Sinker
02:46
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Hook, Line, & Sinker (Satan is a Patient Fisherman)
Music by D.M. Blackthorn, Lyrics by: the Infamous Dangerous Sociopath
Sometimes he will wait all day and never get a bite,
Sometimes he will plant the bait and they’ll fall all through the night
The Righteous and the wicked serve to please his appetite, and-
Satan is a patient fisherman
…Patient… FISHERMAN!
Hooks baited with pleasure
Hooks baited with sin
Dance with us, the gates of Hell are wide open, and-
Satan is a patient fisherman
…Patient… FISHERMAN!
Struggle as you may, the hooks are planted in your tongue
Strain your flesh resisting, it is futile, you are done
He drags you screaming down to hell, where begins the REAL fun
Satan is a patient fisherman
…Patient… FISHERMAN!
Hooks baited with pleasure
Hooks baited with sin
Dance with us, the gates of Hell are wide open
Satan is a patient fisherman
…Patient… FISHERMAN!
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Whisky & Beer (for the Love of)
By Dylan M. Blackthorn and Irving the Dwarf
We traveled over the mountains in search of our true loves
At length we came to a bar room, aye, we stumbled into the pub
After many troubles and world-weary miles, the end of our quest was near
See, we traveled over the mountains for the WHISKEY! “WHISKEY!!” & the BEER! “BEER!!”
For the WHISKEY! “WHISKEY!!” WHISKEY & BEER!
And the BEER! “BEER!!!” WHISKEY & BEER!
Aye, the WHISKEY! “WHISKEY!!” WHISKEY & BEER!
And the BEER! “BEER!!!” For the love of Whiskey & Beer!
We ordered up from the barkeep, but he moved – nay, not an inch!
”Lay down ye silver,” quoth he, that greedy black hearted bitch!
We had, no, ne’er any money, being deserters from the war
But we were prepared to die in battle - for the WHISKEY! “WHISKEY!!” & the BEER! “BEER!!”
For the WHISKEY! “WHISKEY!!” WHISKEY & BEER!
And the BEER! “BEER!!!” WHISKEY & BEER!
Aye, the WHISKEY! “WHISKEY!!” WHISKEY & BEER!
And the BEER! “BEER!!!” For the love of Whiskey & Beer!
We armed ourselves as befitting grim-faced dwarfs of war
We grabbed up those hammers and axes, though the barkeep knew not what for
We laid into the bastard, and the fray had truly begun
We were so close we could smell our true loves, and we would not be kept from them –
From the WHISKEY! “WHISKEY!!” WHISKEY & BEER!
And the BEER! “BEER!!!” WHISKEY & BEER!
Aye, the WHISKEY! “WHISKEY!!” WHISKEY & BEER!
And the BEER! “BEER!!!” For the love of Whiskey & Beer!
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5. |
Dreaming While Awake
04:59
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6. |
Mutiny was her Name
05:55
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Mutiny Was Her Name… by Dylan M. Blackthorn
lyrics in quotations to be shouted by pyrate chorus
Born in pyrate’s cove, Mutiny was her name
even as a childe, she strove to blaspheme and infame
Soon she was out and sailin’ on the Spanish main –
It didn’t take her long to live up to her name…
She was the daughter ov Anne Bonnie and the vicious Mary Reed
they kept her birth a secret out ov dire need
that traitor black captain Barnett was on their tail
and Calico Jack’s men were too drunken to sail
And here’s to the cutters that still raid the merchant’s cask –
“We need our rum and our whisky, if we’re to be up to the task!”
And here’s to the thugs and Highwaymen, may your exploits ever last!
And “here’ s to the wench that will greet us all in hell!!!”
Her first captain she deposed after he raped her on the deck
She left him marooned with his bloody phallus hangin’ round his neck!
He should have known she was a rogue, indeed a pyrate true,
when by the age ov sixteen a whole host ov men she slew!!!
5 score and 8 were the ships she took in her career
‘til that faetful day when she knew her end was near
a musket ball had lodged itself in he womb
and the devil came to collect his due
(soliloquoy with spooky soft background music)
And when that devil appeared out of the smoke of a cannon shot
“Hail SATAN!”
and he saw before him the most ‘onnerey and deadly pyrate wench
to ever sail that lake ov fire…
“Mutiny…”
poisonous as an adder, quick as a lick ov flame, sadistic as a fiend ov the pit (and he knew quite a few)
Not to mention a beauty like unto blooded daggers flashing in the light ov the new moon…
There was naught that devil could do but kneel on his spurs and exclaim
“My Captain!”
and from that day to this, she has captained her own ship across that lake ov fire – and ‘tis said that any true pyrate will serve under her command the day his judgement is due…
And here’s to the cutters that still raid the merchant’s cask –
“We need our rum and our whisky, if we’re to be up to the task!”
And here’s to the thugs and Highwaymen, may your exploits ever last!
And “here’ s to the wench that will greet us all in hell!!!”
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7. |
A Drunken Pyrate's Hymn
04:34
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A Drunken Pyrate’s Hymn
by the fellowship of the zombie (WALTZ)
Now listen, ye land lubbin’ retches –
and fill yer cups past the rim –
to tales of high adventure, a drunken pyrate’s hymn!
with ROBBING! Robbing the wealthy!
And LOOTING! Looting the stores!
DRINKING! The cup never ending!
GRASPING OUR SWORDS AS WE RUSH TOWARDS THE SHORE!
And it’s ARR, ARR, ARR MATEY, ARR! It’s the Pyrate’s life for me!
The BOOTY, the GROG, livin’ HIGH on the HOG –
and sailin’ over the sea! Yes, sailing over the sea!
Now, grab up seven buckets, and fill ‘em with blood
for we’re out to paint this town red!
and after we’ve emptied those pails,
we’ll drink from the ales of the dead!
and let me tell you of a violent sport!
Assailing the cargoes of kings!
For Coca, Nutmeg, and sweet Cardamon
We KILL, we KILL and we BLEED!
and it’s ARR, ARR, ARR, MATEY, ARR! It’s the pyrate’s life for me!
The BOOTY, the GROG! Livin’ HIGH on the HOG –
and sailin’ over the sea! Yes, sailing over the sea!
I once knew me a cabin boy, lean, hard, and strong, but who never tasted the grog!
Until one day he went to the tavern to drink, and now he’s singin’ this song!
And he’s down with the-
ROBBING! Robbing the wealthy! And LOOTING! Looting the stores!
DRINKING! The cup never ending!
GRASPING OUR SWORDS AS WE RUSH TOWARDS THE SHORE!
And it’s ARR, ARR, ARR MATEY, ARR! It’s the Pyrate’s life for me!
The BOOTY, the GROG, livin’ HIGH on the HOG –
and sailin’ over the sea! Yes, sailing over the sea!
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Hobo Soul
by Dylan M Blackthorn
It rides on the midnight rail
A sense that don’t never fail
It hides under the skin
when that long whistle blows, it kicks in
They say you can get anywhere
as long as you don’t care
where you’re going…
or when you get there
…just riding that lonesome rail
Get out when you gotta go
Get out and you gotta go
Get outta town, you gotta go
Get outta town, you gotta go
Get outta town, you gotta go
when you hear that lonesome whistle
blow
when you hear that lonesome whistle
blow
It’s a freedom that the wind brings
sends shivers up and down the spine
angels with rusty steel wings
rattle in our bones as we roll on down the line
It’s a place that never stands still
Where time don’t mean shit
As you leave the city behind
it’s a much different world you’ll find
…just riding on down the line
Get out when you gotta go
Get out and you gots to go
Get outta town, you gotta go
When you hear that lonesome whistle blow
When you hear that lonesome whistle blow
Its like you see the world’s worth savin’
And we see what’s hidden away from sight
We see it all from the shadows
in a boxcar passin’ by
And there are souls that forever change
once they hop up on those trains
And we call it the hobo soul
that pumps the blood through their veins
‘cause they ain’t got much more reason
to stay alive …they just live to ride
Get out when you gotta go
Get out and you gots to go
Get outta town, you gotta go(x3)
when you hear that lonesome whistle blow (x4, ends UNresolved)
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9. |
Blue Spirit Blues
06:06
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Blue Spirit Blues
By Spencer Williams, rec. 1929 Bessie Smith
I had a dream last night, that I was dead
I had a dream last night, that I was dead
Evil spirits dancin’ round my bed
The Devil came, and grabbed my hand
The Devil came, and grabbed my hand
Took me way down to that red hot land
[do not go back to E7 between two verses, now]
There were faeries and dragons spitting out blue flame (x2)
They showed me their teeth, ‘cause they was glad I came
Mean blue spirits stuck their forks in me (x2)
Made me moan and groan in misery
I saw demons with their eyelids drippin’ blood (x2)
They wuz leadin’ sinners through that brimstone flood
This is hell, I cried, cried with all my might (x2)
Oh, my soul can’t be satisfied
I started runnin’, because my time was up (x2)
I kept on runnin’, ‘til someone woke me up…[no resolve]
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11. |
Worried Man Blues
04:24
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Worried Man Blues
Trad.
I swam across that river, and I lay down to sleep.
I swam across that river, and I lay down to sleep.
When I awoke, there were shackles on my feet.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long.
There were twenty-one links of chain around my leg.
There were twenty-one links of chain around my leg.
And on each link, the initials of my name
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long.
I asked that judge "What might be my fine?”
I asked that judge "What might be my fine?”
"Twenty-one years on the Black Rock line!"
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long.
21 years to pay for my awful crime
21 years to pay for my awful crime,
21 years… and I still got Nine-hundred-and-Ninety-Nine
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song…
The train, it left the station, it was 21 coaches long.
The train, it left the station, it was 21 coaches long.
And on that train, the woman I love was up and gone
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song…
If anyone asks you “Who done wrote this song?” If anyone asks you “Who done wrote this song?” Tell ‘em “It was me, and I sing it all day long.”
It takes a HAPPY man to sing a happy song, It takes a HAPPY man to sing a happy song. I’m happy now, and I’ll soon be DEAD and GONE!
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12. |
the Last Outpost
05:52
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the Last Outpost
by Dylan M. Blackthorn
Where only dust in dry rivers flow there’s a place the outcast go
to find a shelter from the storm amongst the slabs and desert bones
It's the last outpost
Here honor counts more than lies,
you hear the wild dog spirit’s cries
'ere the wild dog’s spirit lies
It’s a land that lies poisoned still / by greed and war its had its fill
those there are a reflection still,
living testament to their god’s terrible will
at the last outpost
(Chorus)
We came because we felt we must,
breathed the air and poisoned dust
they came to trust us in a way at last,
we became troubadors for the outcast
at the last outpost
(Ah Chorus)
We remember those good people still, the ones of salvation hill
who live away from prying eyes / and need no disguise
at the last outpost
(Chorus)
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13. |
A Rose, A Door
05:07
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"A Rose A Door"
by Professor Plague, arr. By D. M. Blackthorn
It's a secret that outshines the day
Only when you're close do you notice anything
If you want me to show you the door
Take a piece of chalk draw a square in the floor
& when it opens, you'll see me no more
Another world awaits you, maybe it's better
Your sacred symbols have all turned to lead
They won't help you swim in the grey between
But if you're seeking monsters to slay
You're sure to find some that won't run away
Step through & shield your eyes from the day
A world very different & the stars turn all wrong
The space between worlds is thin
Grin while you can; all you bring is your skin
What protection can you offer me
From things that only hunger and creep through the caves?
Step through & shield your eyes from the day
A world very different & the stars burn all wrong
And if you ever see the Rose
I don't suppose you could ever look away
(Repeat 1st verse)
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14. |
Silver Trombones
06:27
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Silver Trombones Filled With Moulde by Dylan M. Blackthorn, Amber Amnesia, and “Dead” Ben “Carleton”
Silver trombones sound the night - Dark and deep, their plight
And on an aetherial wind it flies
Silver trombones filled with mold, Spores waft through the night skies
They rest upon a tomb so cold, Where two lovers met and told the tender-est ov lies
Donning the grey shroud, Rough against her skin, His cold, dead, hand,
grave dust upon his brow, upon his lap, an ivory cask contains “the map”
to a far and distant land
Silver trombones sound the night, Dark and deep, their plight
And on an aetherial wind he flies – and he has flown away.
She tastes ov the salt and the lime, though all her tears were spent so long ago
So she kisses his hand one last time, And says the final rhyme
And sends her soul a-wanderin oh…
Silver trombones sound the night. Dark and deep, their plight
And on an aetherial wind she flies – and she has flown away
Silver trombones filled with mold. Spores flying into outer space
They rest upon a tomb so cold - Where two corpses lay hold
in their final embrace
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