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  • Pirate Pop Picks or Sven's Sea Shanties

    The Velvet Underground: Ocean

    Morcheeba: The Sea, The Sea

    Bjork: The Anchor Song

    Massive Attack: The Home of the Whale

    Tori Amos: Merman

    C.V.O. : Sargasso Sea

    Sheila Chandra: Ocean

    Rod Stewart: Sailing

    Karen Matheson: The Dreaming Sea

    Leftfield: Space Shanty
    Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

    ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

  • #2
    I'd use more traditinal sea dog songs like "Fifteen men on a deadman`s chest", "renegades, rebels an' rogues" or "Tommy`s gonne t' Hilo"...they's be all great pirate songs, an' I be still triyin' t' find a decent record o' them.

    And I'm still triyin' to improve me pirate!
    "Too much ambition is a sin...only if you fail"
    Yoritomo Kumiko

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    • #3
      Originally posted by Lord_Icewind
      I'd use more traditinal sea dog songs like "Fifteen men on a deadman`s chest", "renegades, rebels an' rogues" or "Tommy`s gonne t' Hilo"...they's be all great pirate songs, an' I be still triyin' t' find a decent record o' them.

      And I'm still triyin' to improve me pirate!
      There's a collection of traditional sea songs I bought for my partner's father on the Saydisc label:

      Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

      ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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      • #4
        Guybrush Threepwood & his crew, the Barbershop Quartet Trio: "A Pirate I Was Meant To Be"

        That's a pirate song if ever there was one.
        "I'm too young and too male to be the mother of a seventeen year old female me!"

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        • #5
          Singapore by Tom Waits has a real gritty port town feel to it.

          Wipe him down with gasoline,
          'til his arms are hard and mean.
          From now on boy this iron boat's your home.
          He's got the Midas touch.
          But he touched it too much!
          Hey Goldmember, Hey Goldmember!

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          • #6
            I'd go for Runrig - The Mighty Atlantic

            The roll of the wind
            As we sail across the water
            The roll of the sea
            As we're taken through the night
            The dimming lamp of day
            Leaves the crimson foam and spray
            Across the face of the mighty Atlantic

            In this cradle we found love
            In our lifetimes we were broken
            By the spirit we were turned
            Here we touched the hope divine
            And in the rapture and the charm
            Came the tranquil and the calm
            On the rage of the mighty Atlantic
            "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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            • #7
              How can "Hearts of Oak" not be on yjis list?

              Heart of Oak

              David Garrick/Dr. Boyce, 1759

              Come cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,

              To add something more to this wonderful year,

              To honour we call you, not press you like slaves,

              For who are so free as the sons of the waves?


              Heart of oak are our ships,

              Jolly tars are our men,

              We always are ready,

              Steady, boys, steady,

              We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.


              We ne'er see our foes but we will them to stay,

              They never see us but they will use away,

              If they run, why we follow, and run them ashore,

              And if they won't fight us, we cannot do more.


              Heart of oak are our ships,

              Jolly tars are our men,

              We always are ready,

              Steady, boys, steady,

              We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.


              They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes,

              They frighten our women, our children and beaus,

              But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er,

              Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.


              Heart of oak are our ships,

              Jolly tars are our men,

              We always are ready,

              Steady, boys, steady,

              We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
              -bondetamp
              The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.
              -H. L. Mencken

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              • #8
                What's that Guybrush Threepwood one?
                #play s.-cd#g+c-ga#+dgfg#+cf----q.c
                #endgame

                Quantum P. is a champion: http://geocities.com/zztexpert/docs/upoprgv4.html

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by #endgame
                  What's that Guybrush Threepwood one?
                  In "The Curse of Monkey Island", Guybrush Threepwood accidentally transforms his girlfriend into a solid gold statue. In order to cure her from this condition, he needs to go to Blood Island. In order to get there, he needs a ship, a map and a crew. He gets the ship, the crew and the map and sets out. However, shortly after leaving, Guybrush's ship gets boarded and the map gets stolen (while the crew stands at the other side of the ship admiring whales). Guybrush immediately wants to give chase, but unfortunately the events reminded the crew of a song that they insist on singing first...


                  'A Pirate I Was Meant to Be'

                  Note: H denotes a line sung by Haggis McMutton,
                  B denotes a line sung by Cutthroat Bill,
                  VH denotes a line sung by Edward Van Helgen
                  GT denotes a line sung (or said) by Guybrush Threepwood.
                  Cr denotes a line sung by the three barbers


                  H : We're a band of vicious pirates!
                  VH: A sailing out to sea!
                  B : When you hear our gentle singing...
                  H : You'll be sure to turn and flee!

                  GT: Oh, this is getting ridiculous...

                  GT: Come on men! We've got to recover that map!
                  B: That pirate will be done for when he falls into our trap!
                  B: We're a club of tuneful rovers
                  H: We've been singing every cleff
                  VH: We can even hit the high notes
                  H: It's just too bad we're tone deaf!

                  Cr: A pirate I was meant to be! Trim the sails and roam the sea!

                  GT: Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
                  VH: We know he's sure to lose because we know just where to fire at.
                  VH: We're thieving balladeers
                  H: A gang of cutthroat mugs!
                  B: To fight us off you won't need guns
                  VG: Just jolly good earplugs!

                  Cr: A pirate I was meant to be! Trim the sails and roam the sea!

                  GT: Alright crew, let's get to work!
                  H: Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk
                  H: We'll fight you in the harbour
                  B: We'll battle you on land!
                  VH: But when you meet singin' pirates
                  GT: They'll be more than you can stand...
                  B: Oh! That was a good one!
                  GT: No, it wasn't!

                  GT: No time for song, we've got to move!
                  B: The battle will be long and hard but our courage we will prove.
                  B: We're a pack o' scurvy sea dogs
                  H: Have we pity? Not a dram!
                  VH: We all eat roasted garlics...
                  H: And sing from the diaphragm.

                  Cr: A pirate I was meant to be! Trim the sails and roam the sea!

                  GT: Less singing, more sailing...
                  VH: When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!
                  VH: If you try to fight us
                  H: You will get a nasty whackin'
                  B: If you disrespect our singing
                  H: We' will feed ya to a kraken!

                  Cr: A pirate I was meant to be! Trim the sails and roam the sea!

                  GT: I'm getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming...
                  H: We're ready to set sail, though the cannons need a priming.
                  VH: We're troublesome corsairs
                  B: And we've come to steal your treasure.
                  H: We would shoot you in a downbeat
                  B: But we have to rest five measures.

                  Cr: A pirate I was meant to be! Trim the sails and roam the sea!

                  GT: Stop! Stop! Stop!
                  B: The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop!
                  GT: You say you're nasty pirates,
                  scheming thieving bad bushwhackers!
                  From what I've seen I'll tell you,
                  you're not pirates, you're just slackers!

                  Cr: A pirate I was meant to be! Trim the sails and roam the sea!

                  GT: (*slyly*) We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange...
                  H: And!
                  B: ...um...
                  VH: Well...
                  H: Er...
                  B: Door hinge?
                  H: No, no.
                  B: Guess the songs over then...
                  VH: Guess so. Okay, back to work...
                  GT: Well, gee I feel a little guilty now...
                  "I'm too young and too male to be the mother of a seventeen year old female me!"

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by bondetamp
                    How can "Hearts of Oak" not be on yjis list?
                    Sven's at war with Deirdre and sheoak is embargoed.
                    Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

                    ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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