The Captain's March (Original Song) |
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Description: Click SHOW MORE to read note and lyrics. Buy our songs: https://worldwideadventurers.bandcamp.com/album/travelogue-volume-ii-avast Visit us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/worldwidexadventurers Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/wwadventurers TO OUR LISTENERS: You'll have to leave our fourth man to the judgment of God. That barnacle-crusted deck-swabber playing the tambourine sat off frame - port side, to be exact (from your perspective, anyhow). And to think he's the only one who's still got a tongue to sing with (if singing's what you call that death-rattling)! But the blooming wretch did a decent job, and we do love him after all, so I'm sure you'll find some compassion and forgive and forget. I know we did... we three and the cat 'o nine tails! Anyhow, enjoy the story... and adventure on! -W☠A An original song. Stephen Charles Mallory[1'> (marine, crew vocals, backup vocals), Luke Michael McCusker[2'> (guitar, captain's vocals, crew vocals), Sarah Elizabeth McCusker (ukulele, backup vocals), and Bradley William Sparks[3'> (snare drum) are Worldwide Adventurers. LYRICS: Listen here, ye fellow slaves to the bar and drink. A story to tell, a tale be told, to take ye to the brink Of death and glory; please heed my story - I beg not for helping hands, For I am not a captain, you see. I barely am a man. I know not where my soul is headed, but I still know what's right; I never meant to guide free men into uncharted night, Yet we board again, dock unknown, and sail by pale moonlight. Leader of a band of criminals on the high seas, We seek the fortune rumored still across the great divide. Send them home, I cannot do, for then they'll turn on me, Yet we find not what we're searching for, instead only lies. A coward's passing, a deathly lashing, quarrels not for me: I leave with the contents of my ship and set sail on a warmer breeze. We awake to find we are without lead, Our captain gone, our lives forlorn, We know now what we seek. I tell this tale to all who heed of my fate and final keep - My ship has sunk, my sails still drawn, yet a lover of the sea. My men have passed, their souls still go, causing mine to flee. They seek my bones for revenge; They'll find them among the many men Taken by the sea. I am dug too deep and too far down, The walls are too steep and I cannot climb out; My shovel's broke and this hole is dark. I cannot revive my buried heart. The sand, it covers me foot to crown - Yes, an ocean grave is a dark renown, And a fitting end for a selfish start: For such cruel betrayal's a loathsome art. Then I saw my men standing there, clothes swaying in the waves. I shouted "Fear not! For now you see, you were merely slaves. "In death you are free, and as for me, I have already paid "The greatest price, I gave up my soul - you hath been betrayed." "We came to bring upon ye a judgment swift and fair, "For death does not a free man make, surely you do not care. "So walk the land forevermore with thine guilty heart: "Of the lives of seventy men, you have played the devil's part." For I took the map, And I left All my men For the sea, Good as dead, Out of hope, Full of dread. Now it is mine To be cursed For my hate, For the worst Is the fate Of a ghost Of a man, Once so free, Now undead. I know not where my soul is headed, but I still know what's right; I never meant to guide free men into uncharted night. Now I've been damned to live the sorrows of those lost by me - Never a captain, not even a man, nor a lover of the sea. I tell this tale for all who set sail on such deep and darker breeze - From the brink of glory, death told my story, eating away at me. A man is judged not by his skin, but by his men and keep, So fare thee well, cretins from hell, doomed to roam with me. [1'> http://www.youtube.com/Stefanos07520 [2'> http://www.youtube.com/lukemichaelmccusker [3'> http://www.youtube.com/xeroxcape 
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