Sail Hatin'

by The Bloody Seamen

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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.
www.thebloodyseamen.com

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The Bloody Seamen Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

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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Track Name: The Yellow P
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
Track Name: On Yer Belly Sow
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…
Track Name: I Want Nothing
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
Track Name: Bullets an' Brine
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
Track Name: Take Up Arrrms
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!
Track Name: Burned
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!
Track Name: Amateur Night
--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)
Track Name: Son of a Hundred Pirates
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!
Track Name: Lop it Off
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
Track Name: Balls Deep
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
Track Name: Three Deep Breaths
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--
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