Sail Hatin'

by The Bloody Seamen

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1.
The Yellow P 04:34
It makes us who we are… It fills us from inside… It swells our chests and fills our throats… And here’s the reason why… ‘Tis pure and warm and hearty And it flows inside our veins This symbol of our city Which bears a noble name And when they see it flyin’, directly in their face Our enemies do cower, and then retreat in disgrace From our Yellow P Our Yellow P is for passion… And pride and power too… It wells up from deep inside us… T’ cascade all over you… Our Yellow P sails forward In unending supply Our opponents, they do fear it When they catch it in their eye And when they see it comin’, they better run in haste For if it hap t’ catch ‘em, it’ll leave a bitter taste Our Yellow… Like the waters from our rivers, that flow through through our hometown Its surge cannot be altered, or curved or turned around Our Yellow P sails onward, through rain and snow and sleet And we do wear it proudly from our heads down to our feet Our Yellow P is mighty, it cannot be undone Our Yellow P is awesome, and our Yellow P won’t run Our Yellow P will shower down… And our Yellow P will win… Our Yellow P reigns over them… Time and time again… Our Yellow P is from Pittsburgh… Just like you and me… So raise a glass, and drink it down Our Yellow P
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I’m a gentleman of fortune, I’ve travelled all around Been with every type o’ woman, from every type o’ town And every one’s a beauty, a flower to be sure To each I’m more romantic than the one I had before I’ll give ya wine and roses, and treat ya with respect T’ sharpen up the order, that I then issue next… ON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOW Quit yer indignation no one’s listenin’ no how ON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOW For thirty sloppy seconds, it’s on yer belly sow I’m the most romantic bastard that you’d ever want t’ meet I’ll cook you steak and lobster, and I’ll massage yer feet I’ll whisper you sweet nothings, I’ll write you poetry I’ll wash your hair and braid it and I’ll tell you of the sea I’ll meet yer mum and father, to make me honor known ‘Cause soon just like a doggie I’ll be giving you the bone ON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOW Quit yer indignation no one’s listenin’ no how ON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOW For country, queen, and kingdom, it’s on yer belly sow I’m the most romantic bastard that you’d ever want t’ meet I’ll cook you steak and lobster, and I’ll massage yer feet I’ll whisper you sweet nothings, I’ll write you poetry I’ll wash your hair and braid it and I’ll tell you of the sea I’ll meet yer mum and father, to make me honor known ‘Cause soon just like a doggie I’ll be giving you the bone ON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOW Quit yer indignation no one’s listenin’ no how ON YER BELLY SOW, ON YER BELLY SOW For thirty sloppy seconds, it’s on yer belly sow ON YER BELLY SOW…
3.
All our lives men are told, make your fortune strive for gold From the day we’re born Find a job and get a wife, a house and children do it right That’s where I am torn ‘Cause at the end o’ that haul, you got nothin’ though you have it all The weight it runs you through Obligation bills and debt, only toil till yer dead What you own now owns you …I want nothin’, pure and true Take me cash take me jewels, take me future hang the rules Means nothin’ to me (…HUH! …HAH!) Keep yer titles and demands, keep yer lovers and yer lands So I may be free (…HUH! …HAH!) Take it all take me name, take me fortune and me fame Nothin’ for me own (…HUH! …HAH!) Take it all do as ye would, I’d give ya my skin if I could Even take me bones (…HUH! …HAH!) …I want nothin’, pure and true I take vow, I will be free Renounce all, and nothin’ will be for me I’ll sail, I’ll fight, I’ll kill, and I shall do as I please And no encumbered life, shall bring me to my knees! Live… vow… nothing… now Be… free… nothing for me Live… vow… nothing… now Be… free… nothing for me I take vow, I will be free Renounce all, and nothin’ will be for me I’ll sail, I’ll fight, I’ll kill, and I shall do as I please And no encumbered life, shall bring me to my knees! I will keep to me vow, free forever starting now I shall not retreat (…HUH! …HAH!) Now unbridled and exempt, exonerated and content I’m at last complete (…HUH! …HAH!) …I am free, pure and true
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Ya gotta have these things, if you want anything T’ get everything, ya gotta have these things Without these things, you won’t have anything But with these things, we’ll be fucking kings Bullets and Brine Bullets and Brine What was yours is now mine Bullets and Brine Ya gotta take these tools, and use ‘em for fuel Ta gotta take these tools, and take ‘em to school Ya gotta take these tools, and make ‘em real cool (??) Ya gotta take these tools, and break the rules Bullets and Brine Bullets and Brine What was yours is now mine Bullets and Brine There’s yours and there’s mine There’s yours and there’s mine There’s no yours, there’s just mine There’s no yours, there’s only mine Bullets and Brine Bullets and Brine What was yours is now mine Bullets and Brine Ya gotta take these things, ya gotta let ‘em sing Ya gotta make ‘em ring, these simple things Let the choir sing, these simple things Let the prophets bring, angels take wing Bullets and Brine Bullets and Brine What was yours is now mine Bullets and Brine
5.
Every hand across the land, prepare to sound alarm To the sea for you and me Time to take up… ARRRMS! This day we’ll claim our fate, with cutlass and side arm Full o’ fight and ready might Time to take up… ARRRMS! Break free your chains me lads, time to be bold Onward to victory and, treasures untold ‘Tis the day we’ll slaughter they who dare t’ wish us harm Forward bound we’ll claim our ground Time to take up… ARRRMS! Wild eyed as the blood flies into the ragin’ swarm Baptized we’ll claim our prize Time to take up… ARRRMS! Don’t waste your life away, on murky shores Come seize your destiny, and claim what’s yours Every hand across the land, prepare to sound alarm To the sea for you and me Time to take up… ARRRMS! This day we’ll claim our fate, with cutlass and side arm Full o’ fight and ready might Time to take up… ARRRMS! …Gotta rally up yer guts me hearties …Gonna sally forth and then …Gonna show ‘em we’re in charge here mateys …Our knees won’t bend TAKE… UP… ARRRMS! …Raise ‘em up! TAKE… UP… ARRRMS!
6.
Burned 04:13
United by hate, we used to be mates Shared one and shared all, best mates we did fall My life and my girl, you’ve stolen my world Betrayed so true, done dirty by you Burned! (BURNED!!) Burned! (BURNED!!) Burned! (BURNED!!) Burned! (BURNED!!) Ain’t seen ya for years, your visage fuels my fears I see ya in me home, all my things now your own You liar, you cheat, you bastard, you thief Outsmarted I were, you poxy rotten curr Burned! (BURNED!!) Burned! (BURNED!!) Burned! (BURNED!!) Burned! (BURNED!!) There’s nothing can be, recompense for me No recourse at all, your rapture my fall Lest I take it back, and your luck goes slack And I take your life, aye now that would be nice Burned! Burned! Burned! Burned! Burned! (BURNED!!) Burned! (BURNED!!) Burned! (BURNED!!) Burned! (BURNED!!) …Burned!
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--Yeeeeaaah! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! The streets are painted with puke, the alleys are full of shite The sidewalks are pissy, it’s Amateur Night The boys want to be men, they’re looking for a fight They’re gonna get their arse kicked, it’s Amateur Night I know I’m part of the problem, and I know you’re not to blame Saint Patrick we’re so sorry, for what we done to your good name ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! The rookies stagger ‘round, they’re looking quite a fright But we’re just getting started, it’s Amateur Night They drink and spill and curse, and spit and slur and fight While the pro drunks stay classy, it’s Amateur Night I know I’m part of the problem, and I know you’re not to blame Saint Patrick we’re so sorry, for what we done to your good name Saint Patrick was an amazing man… (GUINNESS!) He ran the snakes right out of Ireland… (JAMESON!) But he ain’t remembered for the good he done… ‘Cause his day is filled with drinkin’ and fightin’ and pukin’ and degen’rate fun! (YEEEAAH!) Let’s drink and drink and drink, with all our ruddy might And celebrate together, it’s Amateur Night ‘Cause now you’re one of us, and quite an awesome sight So slainte ‘till next year’s Amateur Night I know I’m part of the problem, and I know you’re not to blame Saint Patrick we’re so sorry, for what we done to your good name ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! …Sham! ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! (puke)
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I were born with a pistol and a cutlass in me grip I were raised by me mother, for me father had jumped ship But me mum had many suitors who taught me of the trade Thanks t’ them all together I’m this pirate they have made They were bastards on the ocean, and masters of the sea I’m a seaman to the core, a bloody troubadour, I’m the SON OF A WHORE! I’m the Son of A Hundred Pirates Seaman to the core, a bloody troubadour, I’m the SON OF A WHORE! I’m the Son of A Hundred Pirates They say ‘tis a shame that this boy’s father is not known And he ain’t got no foundation, and no guidance in his home But me values they be sterling, and good fortune has come to pass ‘Cause five score of proud sailors have come t’ be my dads They were bastards on the ocean, and masters of the sea I’m a seaman to the core, a bloody troubadour, I’m the SON OF A WHORE! I’m the Son of A Hundred Pirates Seaman to the core, a bloody troubadour, I’m the SON OF A WHORE! I’m the Son of A Hundred Pirates Me mother, what a good heart she had… ‘Tis no shame, nor disgrace I’m her lad… Time were tough, alas and alack… She made ends meet, layin’ flat on her back I were born with a pistol and a cutlass in me grip I were raised by me mother, an now I captain a ship Each caller added somethin’, and I’m proud of who I be I’m a bastard on the ocean, and a master of the sea I’m a seaman to the core… A bloody troubadour… I’m the son of, a whore… I’m the son of a whore …And the SON OF A HUNDRED PIRATES!
9.
Lop it Off 03:24
I caught a splinter in me heel and by morning it were red By noon the gangrene had set in, and by nightfall it were dead Not feeling nothin’ in me leg from me heel up to me knee I knew the outcome were no good, for me limb were south o’ cheese Ain’t no use, ain’t no chance to save me way of life Come six bells and at first light I’ll go under the knife One less foot, one less leg, what more can I do T’ save me way of life, would ye like t’ buy a shoe? They’ll fill me full o’ rot-gut rum and stretch me dead leg out While two strong swabs do hold me down and put a wood bit in me mouth The sawbones he will start his work, and the metal and bone will grind Through the rackin’ pain me gold reward will be the one thing on me mind ‘Tis Morgan’s code to compensate for life and loss o’ limb Six hundred pieces for me leg all sawt off nice and trim Hey sawbones get your cuttin’ done so I can get me pay And take me newly gotten gold and piss it all away LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! …Yeah Lop It Off LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! LOP IT OFF! …Yeah Lop It Off I got me peg leg, I’m whole again Back on the ocean, standin’ with the other men I got me peg leg, I’m ready for a fight I lost me left leg, but I came through it all right
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Balls Deep 05:35
They say, who the fuck are these guys They say, is that the band They say, where did they come from They say, this will not stand But then we play, and the music drowns them We play, and their jaws all drop We rock, and the crowd is silent We slay, and the bullshit stops Balls Deep… our rock is Balls Deep Balls Deep… like the deep blue sea They say, we ain’t the nicest They say, our schtick’s been done They say, we’re a bunch of arseholes But when we play, we slay every one Balls Deep… our rock is Balls Deep Balls Deep… like the deep blue sea Balls Deep… our rock is Balls Deep Balls Deep… like the deep blue sea …Jolly roger, rum and coke, Quint and Jaws and, tangled rope …Nathaniel Merriweather, Captain Hook, Treasure Island is our book …Bon Scott’s drinkin’, Lemmy’s moles, Dio’s lyrics set our roles …Shane MacGowan and his teeth, electric shanties on a reef Balls Deep… our rock is Balls Deep Balls Deep… like the deep blue sea Balls Deep… our rock is Balls Deep Balls Deep… like the deep blue sea
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Sinkin’ down dark crushes in, can’t remember how it began All I know is I am alone, and I feel like I am going home Touch the sand and cannot go up, I’m in trouble I’m out of luck Water water everywhere, I’d trade my soul for one gulp of air First breath, water inside Second breath, eyes open wide Third breath, nowhere to hide Three… Deep… Breaths I’m here at this depth, suckin’ water wantin’ breath I lived the best that I can, after all I am just a man But now I’m part of the sea, not as bad as I thought it would be Fish and flora feed on me bones, and I feel like I’m finally home First breath, water inside Second breath, eyes open wide Third breath, nowhere to hide Three… Deep… Breaths Soon the sea shall be calm… Soon the air shall be clear… Soon means nothing to me… Forever I shall be here And now I’m part of the sea, not as bad as I thought it would be Fish and flora feed on me bones, and I feel like I’m finally home And on the bottom I’ll stay, ‘till call o’ reckonin’ day Sound trumpets all will be said, and the sea shall give up her dead First breath, water inside Second breath, eyes open wide Third breath, nowhere to hide Third breath, that’s how I died Three— Deep-- Breaths-- Three— Deep-- Breaths-- Three--- Dee--- Breaths--
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Hailing from the pirate-rich city o' Pittsburgh, The Bloody Seamen let loose their second album. Born of fire, sweat, brine, alcohol, and blistering rock, "Sail Hatin'" will have you raising your cutlass in unison with some of the last real rebels left in rock and roll.
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released March 11, 2017

Recorded/Produced by Bengt Alexsander
Executive Produced by Mark Menold
Additional guitar on Balls Deep by Bengt Alexsander
Artwork/Graphic Design by Joel Pavuk
Recorded in Pittsburgh PA. Copyright The Bloody Seamen 2017. All Rights Reserved.
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The Bloody Seamen are Pittsburgh's premier Pirate-Rock band. They draw from punk, metal, celtic, traditional, and rock n' roll musical styles PLUS the golden age of piracy, and their music can be matched only by their stage shows which have been known to include bagpipes, pistols, swordplay, fisticuffs, fire-breathing, rum-swilling and all sorts of high-seas skullduggery. PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!! ... more

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