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| PLOP of the DAY |
| The Whole Sick Crew |
| plays all-acoustic, anachronistic folk-punk sea songs, jigs, and original pirate ballads. Not storybook pirates, mind you, but songs that are as caustic and ugly as the band members themselves. Founded in the summer of 2002 (St.Luis, USA), they have been nominated as Best New Band and Best Punk Band of 2003 by The Riverfront Times. |
| 02/07/2003___________________________________________________________________ |
| downloadable folk-punk-country-irish-whateverthefeckyoucallit tunes |
| Here you are, lads: |
| RENEWAL: Every Monday (in the afternoon) and Friday (in the morning) (I hope so, but don't stake me head :))) We shall see what we shall see) |
| SLIPPED AWAY ___________________________________________ |
| 14/05/2003 Brendan Behan. THE OLD TRIANGLE 10/04/2003 Sióbhan. McGravy's Iron Liver. The Celtbot 28/03/2003 Lancaster County Prison. DEATH WALTZ (c) 2000 Born to Die 25/03/2003 Lancaster County Prison. DEATH WALTZ (c) 2000 Lord Lovat's Lament/Scotland the Brave 21/03/2003 Lancaster County Prison. LIVE! at the village idiot. New York City (c) 1997 Village Idiot 17/03/2003 The POGUES. Haunted. Syd&Nancy soundtrack (c) 1986. Hot Dogs with Everything 11/03/2003 Lancaster County Prison. LIVE! at the village idiot. NewYork City (c) 1997 I Don't Need it 06/03/2003 Lancaster County Prison. What I Love about America, (c) 1997. Fat, Old, Drunk and Proud! |
| CAPTAIN SAMSON'S TALE |
| The Whole Sick Crew is: Commodore 64 washboard Jason banjo Luke Diechmann bass Beth Dill fiddle Rob Laptad drums Jeremy Quinn concertina, accordian Brien Seyle guitar, vocals, fiddle |
| Captain Samson's Tale (Commodore 64/Brien Seyle) One evening down in Port Royale I dined at the Governor's Mansion, Sitting in the chair across from me Was a drunk named Captain Samson. We all sat 'round the table After the last course was done, And each told tales of piracy And treasures we had won. Captain Samson spoke not a word Until our tales were told, Then he smoked his pipe and he swilled his rum And his voice grew clear and cold. "'Twas off the coast of PanamaI espied a mighty frigate, And I fairly drooled to think Of all the gold stored up in it. My crew leapt into the rigging And lowered our mainsail, And I prayed to God and the Devil both That the wind it would not fail. We got aside that damn ship, With a single volley of cannon We blew the Spaniards clear away And spilled their blood in gallons. When we boarded that fine ship We thought with gold was laden, We found it stocked not with gold But with a Duchess and her maidens. Fiddle dee dee,Fiddle dee ah,Fiddle dee oh. My crew they were divided on what to do With this cargo rare, Some said, "Kill 'em!", some said, "Rape 'em!", Some said, "Leave 'em there." But I knew exactly how to treat That brace of royal whores, We brought over to my fine ship Those women I abhor. We took the Duchess and her daughter From among those fucking cows, The first was tied to the mainmast And the second to the prow. And when they had been bashed and slashed And lashed into their places, My men with boathooks opened them up From their stomachs to their faces. And, oh, the blood that dripped down Made a fine spice for our rum, The women they were so afraid When they saw what we had done. Fiddle dee dee,Fiddle dee ah,Fiddle dee oh. We took out the handmaidens, Their heels were pierced with a lance, With a chain dragged through the holes it made, They cut a merry dance. I threw the first one overboard, The others quickly followed, They gasped and splashed and spun around Until by the sea they were swallowed. And now the handmaid left on deck She was so terrorized, She promised us most anything If we would spare her life. Fiddle dee dee,Fiddle dee ah,Fiddle dee oh. My left hand held a bottle And my right a blunderbuss, I shot down the last handmaiden As she cried and begged with us. And, oh my friends, she thrashed about Just like a dying fish, The sea 'round her was stained with rust All red and feverish. We thought there could be nothing better Than this bloody sight, When the first shark cut the water And swam into the light. And then the sharks did gather 'round, Their fins they broke the water, The knot they swam around the girl Grew quickly ever taughter. Fiddle dee dee,Fiddle dee ah,Fiddle dee oh. "I walked away from Samson's tale With a sickness in my throat, And when I slept I saw his women Bleed and drown and bloat. A week from then old Samson died, His guts rotted out with gin, They took him to a pauper's grave And rolled his body in. As I watch the people passing by his grave Curse and spit and jeer, For the loss of crooked greatness I cannot suppress a tear. "Fiddle dee dee,Fiddle dee ah,Fiddle dee oh." |
| -download all zip files - rename them: captain.zip -> captain.exe captain0.zip -> captain.r00 captain1.zip -> captain.r01 captain2.zip -> captain.r02 captain3.zip -> captain.r03 - run captian.exe - enjoy yourselves !!! |