Tunes Time Tuesdays: It’s A Pirates Life For Me!

Pirates! Yarr!


You know, I have always been a person who strongly believes in good form. What do I mean by good form? I mean to know what you truly believe in and not letting anything get in the way to find your truth. I mean knowing what is real and what might be a trick of the mind. Giving into instinct and doing what it takes to be honorable in time without pride taking over instead of blindly doing what you are told and following what others order is good form.

Making my own treasure maps. It’s something I will do for my son and I for fun. It requires skills, technical strategies, and time to afford the kind of heart it takes to be the kind of Pirate I talk of.

To the naked eye a pirate is a traitor, a thief, a nuisance. Yo ho, a pirate is so much more…

What it means to be a pirate is honor. Stealing money only from the richest to bury their burdens forever. Rebelling against evil forces. Taking a stand to the misled. Leading a crew into the unknown seeking forgiveness without regret. They truly are my heros.


The Last Saskatchewan Pirate: The Arrogant Worms

Then I thought, who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?
I’m gonna be a PIRATE on the river Saskatchewan!

And it’s a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin’ down the plains
Stealin’ wheat and barley and all the other grains
It’s a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores

Well, you’d think the local farmers would know that I’m at large
But just the other day I found an unprotected barge
I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser,
I rammed their ship and sank it and I stole their fertilizer!

The Lincoln Park Pirates: Steve Goodman

To me, way, hey, tow them away,
The Lincoln Park Pirates are we,
>From Wilmette to Gary, there’s nothin’ so hairy
And we always collect our fee!
So it’s way, hey, tow ’em away,
We plunder the streets of your town,
Be it Edsel or Chevy, there’s no car too heavy,
And no one can make us shut down.

We break into cars when we gotta,
With hammer and pickaxe and saw;
And they said this garage had no license;
But little care I for the law!
Our drivers are friendly and courteous;
Their good manners you always will get;
‘Cause they all are recent graduates
Of the charm school in Joliet

The Elegant Captain Hook

Crook, Crook, Crickety-Crockity-
The Crock is after Captain-

As a special offer for today,
I’ll tell you what I’ll do.
All those who sign without delay!
Will get a free tatoo.
Why, it’s like money in the bank
C’mon, join up, and I’ll be frank:
Unless you do, you’ll walk the plank!

The choice is up to you
The choice is up to you

The Jolly Sailor Bold [Mermaid Song]

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold

Jolly Roger: Roger Mcguinn

Now a gleam came into the Captain’s eyes
As he spied an English clipper
“She looks the perfect shape and size
Let’s all aboard and strip her”
[ Lyrics from: ]
We fired a shot across her bow
And eased ourselves beside her
With our keels as close as she’d allow
We swung from the deck to ride her
Pull away, me lads o’ the Cardiff Rose
And hoist the Jolly Roger

Up she stumbles and starts to pitch
And signals for assistance
We tightened our hold another hitch
And ended her resistance

Drink Up: Jason Webley

A toast to Mary,
A girl I once loved,
Oh Lord, why do things have to die?
If drinking beer,
Could bring her back here,
I’d drink the damn place dry,
Yes, I’d drink the damn place dry!

Here’s to the old house,
On Lily Pond Lane,
And the room where y boots used to rest.
One day I gave
The foundation a shake,
But my home did not pass the test,
No my home did not pass the test.

The Mariner’s Revenge Song: The Decemberists

We are two mariners
Our ship’s sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It’s ribs are ceiling beams
It’s guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But, I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were
A rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money
On the whores and hounds
(oh, oh)

Friggin’ in the Riggin’: the Sex Pistols

It was on the good ship Venus
By Christ, ya shoulda seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast, a mammoth penis

The Captain of this lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He wasn’t fit to shovel shit
From one place to another

Friggin’ in the riggin’
Friggin’ in the riggin’
Friggin’ in the riggin’
There was fuck all else to do

Salty Dog: Flogging Molly

Anarchy, the scourge of every sea
The Antichrist aboard a rig
With us your cutthroat thieves
The ship went down we all near drowned
Ya stood there on the deck
Till the Spanish came and flogged yer arse
And dragged you from the wreck

They threw a rope around yer neck
To watch you dance the jig of death
Then left ya for the starvin’ crows
Hoverin’ like hungry whores
One flew down plucked out yer eye
The other he had in his sights
Ya snarled at him, said leave me be
I need the bugger so I can see

Keel hauled: Alestorm

My friends I stand before you
To tell a truth most dire
There lurks a traitor in our midst
Who hath invoked the captain’s ire

He don’t deserve no mercy
We ought to shoot him with a gun
But I am not an evil man
So first let’s have a little fun

We’ll tie that scoundrel to a rope
And throw him overboard
Drag him underneath the ship
A terrifying deadly trip

Shipwrecked: Alestorm

Hey! you’re banjaxed!
Hey! you’re screwed!
And death is coming for you!
Trapped on an island lost at sea!
Shipwrecked your destiny!

On the 16th night at sea
In the depths of toil and misery
We struck a hidden reef
And our ship began to sink beneath

I grabbed some drifting wood
And held on as long as I could
‘Til abandoned on a desert isle
Now stuck here ’til the day I die


Professor Booty: Beastie Boys

So many wack M.C.’s You get the T.V. bozack
Ain’t even gonna call out your names ‘Cause you’re so wack
But one big oaf whose faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something That you couldn’t finish
‘Cause writin’ rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach
I’m bad ass move your fat ass ‘Cause you’re wack son
Dancin’ around like you think you’re Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on
I’ll put the rug out under your ass As I talk on
I’ll take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth
With your headphones strapped You’re rockin’ rewind pause
Tryin’ to figure out what you can do to go for yours
But like the pencil to the paper I got more to come
One after another you can all get some
So you getter take your time And meditate on your rhyme
‘Cause your shit’ll be stinking When I go for mine
And that’s right y’all don’t get uptight y’all
You can’t say shit Because you’re biting what I write y’all
And that’s wrong y’all over the long haul
You can’t cut the mustard When you’re fronting it all





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