Yar…so it’s a pirate name ye be a wantin’, is it? Build one, me bucko!
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argh. yar, matey.
I be havin’ a strong case of buccaneer-speak m’laddo. Yar. Swabs! Ahoy, landlubbers! Keelhaul the salty sot!
::sings::
Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun’s pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey’s throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o’day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of the whole ship’s list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion’s axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of ’em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers’ glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of ’em good and true – ‘
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev’ry man jack could ha’ sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through a sternlight screen…
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
‘Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin’ maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped ’em all in a mains’l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser’s bight
And we heaved ’em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Reminds me of the 1930’s pulps.
Not to make light of someone’s death, but if this doesn’t sound like the beginning of a Doc Savage story… Note what the poor guy was wearing, and of course, what floor he fell from…
Friday October 6 12:54 AM ET
Man Falls Off Empire State Building
NEW YORK (AP) – A man fell off the Empire State Building Thursday night, plunging 65 stories to his death.
It was not immediately clear whether the man was attempting suicide or if his fall was accidental, said police Sgt. James Foley. The man, whose identity was not released, was in his 20s and was dressed in a pirate costume, Foley said.
The man managed to get over the tall barriers on the observation deck on the 86th floor before falling 65 stories to an outcropping on the
21st floor, Foley said.
There have been more than 30 suicides at the 1,472-foot skyscraper, the world’s tallest when it opened in 1931. The 1,483-foot Petronas
Twin Towers in Malaysia are now the world’s tallest skyscrapers.
On a steel horse I ride…. ’cause I’m wanted… Dead or Uh-lave. thanks seanbaby!
Bon Jovi.
Remember how they showed how being a rock star was totally like being a cowboy? Their microphones were really “guns” and their tour bus was a “steel horse.” People that saw Bon Jovi knew to be careful. Because their guitars were kind of rifles if you pretended hard enough. Also, they might rock your face.
Bon Jovi, I know how high you have to be to start believing things like that. I once told everyone my couch was a magic boat and the carpet was lava. But I have no idea how high you have to get before you start singing songs about it. I never recorded a song about me rocking faces on my magic couch boat and how much of a lava pirate it made me.
It was a nice try, Jon Bon, but nobody really thought you were a cowboy. And we sort of figured out how the only time rockers and cowboys have anything in common is when you change some of the words in our language to mean two totally different things. You might as well have been singing about how you guys were firemen. Like your monitor speakers were firehoses and no wait! You should have written a song about how you were Chewbacca! And like your bus is a big spaceship and the “loaded” guitar on your back is actually a backpack full of C3PO parts. An-and your microphone is a big chunk of meat attached to an Ewok net! Now that I think about it, being a rock star is exactly like being Chewbacca.