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• Schiffsjunge Nap // Aug 26th 2006 at 21:51

  Hier meine Laudatio auf Euer Logbuch in Form eines Songtextes über 2 Seefahrer. Written and performed by The Decemberist.

  “The Mariner’s Revenge Song”

  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)

  You had a charming air
  All cheap and debonair
  My widowed mother found so sweet
  And so she took you in
  Her sheets still warm with him
  Now filled with filth and foul disease
  As time wore on you proved
  A debt-ridden drunken mess
  Leaving my mother
  A poor consumptive wretch
  (oh, oh)

  And then you disappeared
  Your gambling arrears
  The only thing you left behind
  And then the magistrate
  Reclaimed our small estate
  And my poor mother lost her mind
  Then, one day in spring
  My dear sweet mother died
  But, before she did
  I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
  (oh, oh)

  “Find him, Bind him
  Tie him to a pole and break
  His fingers to splinters
  Drag him to a hole until he
  Wakes up naked
  Clawing at the ceiling
  Of his grave”

  It took me fifteen years
  To swallow all my tears
  Among the urchins in the street
  Until a priory
  Took pity and hired me
  To keep their vestry nice and neat
  But, never once in the employ
  Of these holy men
  Did I ever, once turn my mind
  From the thought of revenge
  (oh, oh)

  One night I overheard
  The prior exchanging words
  With a penitent whaler from the sea
  The captain of his ship
  Who matched you toe to tip
  Was known for a wanton cruelty
  The following day
  I shipped to sea
  With a privateer
  And in the whistle
  Of the wind
  I could almost hear
  (oh, oh)

  “Find him, Bind him
  Tie him to a pole and break
  His fingers to splinters
  Drag him to a hole until he
  Wakes up naked
  Clawing at the ceiling
  Of his grave

  There is one thing I must say to you
  As you sail across the sea
  Always, your mother will watch over you
  As you avenge this wicked deed”

  And then, that fateful night
  We had you in our sight
  After twenty months, it seemed
  Your starboard flank abeam
  I was getting my muskets clean
  When came this rumbling from beneath
  The ocean shook
  The sky went black
  And the captain quailed
  And before us grew
  The angry jaws
  Of a giant whale

  (oh..)

  Don’t know how I survived
  The crew all was chewed alive
  I must have slipped between his teeth
  But, oh, what providence
  What divine intelligence
  That you should survive
  As well as me
  It gives my eye great joy
  To see your eyes fill with fear
  To lean in close
  And I will whisper
  The last words you’ll hear
  (oh, oh)

• Jahresrocker // Aug 27th 2006 at 07:26

  hossa!
  *miterdbeermarmeladebelegtentoastzumanstossenhochheb*

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