Posted on 09/19/2008 6:18:30 AM PDT by Lucky9teen
(Emerson, Lake, Sinfield)
“Who’ll make his mark”, the captain cried.
“To the devil drink a toast.
We’ll glut the hold with cups of gold
And we’ll feed the sea with ghosts
I see your hunger for a fortune
Could be better served beneath my flag
If you’ve the stomach for a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make you
Everything you’ve ever dreamed.”
“Make fast the guns tonight we sail
when the high tide floods the bay,
cut free the lines and square the yards
get the black flag stowed away
the Turk, the Arab, the Spaniard
will soon have pennies on their eyes
and any other laden fancy
we will take her by surprise
I will take you and make you
Everything you’ve ever dreamed.”
Six days off the Cuban coast when a sail ahead the spied
“A galleon of the treasure fleet,’ the mizzen lookout cried
“Closer to the wind my boys,” the mad-eyed captain roared
“For every man that’s alive tonight will be hauling gold aboard.”
“Spare us,” the galleon begged but mercy’s face had fled
Blood ran from the sreaming souls the cutlass harvested
Driven to the quarter deck the last survivor fell
“She’s ours my boys,” the Captain grinned “and no one left to tell.”
The Captain rose from a silk divan
With a pistol in his fist
And shot the lock from an iron box
And a blood red ruby kissed
“I give you jewellery of turquoise
A crucifix of solid gold
One hundred thousand silver pieces
It is just as I foretold
You... You see there before you everything
You’ve ever dreamed.”
Anchored in an indigo moonlit bay
Gold-eyed roun fires the sea thieves lay
Morning... white shells and a pipe of clay
As the wind filled their footsteps
They were far... far... away.
“Our sails swell full as we brave all seas
On a westward wind to live as we please
With the wicked wild-eyed woman of Portobello town
Where we’ve been told that a purse of gold
Buys many man a crown
They will serve you and clothe you
Exchange your rags for the velvet coats of Kings.”
“Who’ll drink a toast with me
I give you Liberty
This town is ours... tonight.”
“Landlord, wine make it the finest
Make it a cup for a seadog’s thirst
Two long years of bones and beaches
Fever and leeches did their worst
So fill the night with paradise
Bring me peach and peacock till I burst
But first, I want a soft touch in the right place
I want to feel like a King tonight
Ten on the black to beat the Frenchman
Back you dogs give ‘em room to turn
Now open wide sweet Heaven’s gates
Tonight we’re gonna see if Heaven burns
See how she burns... Oh she burns
I want an angel on a gold chain
And I’ll ride her to the stars
It’s the last time for a long long time
Come the daybreak, we embark...”
On the flood of the morning tide
Once more the ocean cried.
“This company will return one day
Though we feel your tears it’s the price we pay
For there’s prizes to be taken and glory to be found
Cut free the chains make fast your souls
We are Eldorado bound...
I will take you always forever together
Until hell call our names...”
“Who’ll drink a toast with me
To the devil and the deep blue sea
Gold drives a man... to dream!”
I be:
The Quartermaster
Profile: The Quartermaster (The ship’s disciplinarian).You, me hearty, are a man or woman of action! And what action it is! Gruesome, awful, delightful action. You mete out punishment to friend and foe alike – well, mostly to foe, because your burning inner rage isn’t likely to draw you a whole lot of the former. Still, though you may be what today is called “high maintenance” and in the past was called “bat-shit crazy,” the crew likes to have you around because in a pinch your maniacal combat prowess may be the only thing that saves them from Jack Ketch. When not in a pinch, the rest of the crew will goad you into berserker mode because it’s just kind of fun to watch. So you provide a double service – doling out discipline AND entertainment.
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Wow..pretty harsh...ha ha ha
Happy Birthday Darksheare!!
(Gordon Lightfoot)
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called gitche gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of november turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of november came early.
The ship was the pride of the american side
Coming back from some mill in wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the north wind theyd been feelin?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
Twas the witch of november come stealin.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of november came slashin.
When afternoon came it was freezin rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin.
Fellas, its too rough to feed ya.
At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, its been good tknow ya
The captain wired in he had water comin in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say theyd have made whitefish bay
If theyd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake huron rolls, superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old michigan steams like a young mans dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below lake ontario
Takes in what lake erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of november remembered.
In a musty old hall in detroit they prayed,
In the maritime sailors cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the edmund fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call gitche gumee.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of november come early!
There once was a pirate so history relates.
Who was having some fun with his mates.
When he slipped on his Cutlass.
Which rendered him nutless.
And practically useless on dates.
Yaaaaarrrrr!
Some men and women are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any scalawag who stands between them and unlimited power. You never met a man - or woman - you couldn't eviscerate. You are the definitive Man of Action, the CEO of the Seven Seas, Lee Iacocca in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. You're mission-oriented, and if anyone gets in the way, that's his problem, now isn't? Your buckle was swashed long ago and you have never been so sure of anything as your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off his head if he shows any sign of taking you on or backing down. If one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.
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A Pirate walks into a bar, and the bartender says, “Hey, did you know you have a steering wheel hanging out of your pants?”
The pirate replies, “Arrrrrr, and it’s driving me nuts!”
A: They get stuck on the letter "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
Arrrrrrrrhhhh!
How many posts down till I run into the first few ‘aye give me the booty’ comments! :D
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