Poney Racer Port of Entry

[litl rooster]

All these songs about the sea are makin' me seasick.

just makin' me sick

[Leo Tanner]

I'm gettin Chris Crossed maself

[Delmonico]

I guess this could be called a Naughty-Cal song, anyone ever here it before or know who done did it?

In the port Of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken down fight
But in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
On a muggy, hot morn by the dawns early light

In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails
He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
That can swallow the moon that can haul up the sails
And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide
Bring me more fish, put it down by my side
And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try
So he gets up and he laughs, and he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance
paunches bursting their pants, grinding women to pot
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croak
Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust
To the rancid sounds of the accordion burst
Then their out into the night with their pride in their pants
With a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks once again
He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
Who have promised their love to a thousand other men
And they bargain their bodies, and their virtue long gone
For a few dirty coins and then when he can't go on
He plants his nose in the sky and he wipes it up above
And he spits like I'd cry for an unfaithful love
In the port of Amsterdam,
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam

[Sod Buster]

Trinity's song made me sea-sick. 

This is better:

To the mast nail our flag it is dark as the grave,
Or the death which it bears while it sweeps o'er the wave;
Let our deck clear for action, our guns be prepared;
Be the boarding-axe sharpened, the scimetar bared:
Set the canisters ready, and then bring to me,
For the last of my duties, the powder-room key.

It shall never be lowered, the black flag we bear;
If the sea be denied us, we sweep through the air.
Unshared have we left our last victory's prey;
It is mine to divide it, and yours to obey:
There are shawls that might suit a sultana's white neck,
And pearls that are fair as the arms they will deck.

There are flasks which, unseal them, the air will disclose
Diametta's fair summers, the home of the rose.
I claim not a portion: I ask but as mine
'Tis to drink to our victory - one cup of red wine.
Some fight, 'tis for riches - some fight, 'tis for fame:
The first I despise, and the last is a name.

I fight, 'tis for vengeance! I love to see flow,
At the stroke of my sabre, the life of my foe.
I strike for the memory of long-vanished years;
I only shed blood where another shed tears,
I come, as the lightning comes red from above,
O'er the race that I loathe, to the battle I love.

[Trinity]

Thinking about the next port of call, Trinity begins to sing another tune:


There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there's a girl, in this harbor town
And she works, laying whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor
From the sea."

Brandy, wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the north of Spain
A locket, that bears the name
Of a man that Brandy loved

He came, on a summer's day
Bringing gifts, from far away
But he made it clear, he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home

The sailors said "Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady
Is the sea."

Yeah Brandy used to watch his eyes when he told his sailor's story
She could feel the ocean fall and rise, she saw it's raging glory
But he had always told the truth, Lord he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night, when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man, who's not around
She still can hear him say, she hears him say

"Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady
Is the sea"

"Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my lover, my lady
Is the sea"

[Arcey]

Damn........

Every thread is turnin' inta a musical.......

[Leo Tanner]

I guess this could be called a Naughty-Cal song, anyone ever here it before or know who done did it?

Brel?

[Delmonico]

Brel?

Nope, hint, he's dead.

[Leo Tanner]

Damn........

Every thread is turnin' inta a musical.......

Sorry Arcey.
    I thought sailers sung.  There's one about sumthin goin on in the riggin but I can't 'member it jus now
Ah never mind

[Arcey]

No call ta be sorry ta me. Ain't my thread.......

[Leo Tanner]

Well then let's jus punch some holes in the side of yon sloop with ours cannon. 
     If'n that be proper with the Cap'n.  (strikes match an eagerly awaits order ta fire)

[Ozark Tracker]

fire one across his bow

[Trinity]

Damn........

Every thread is turnin' inta a musical.......

[Arcey]

Leo, Leo, Leo, Leo...... Naw.........

Stop 'er, board 'er, put 'er crew to the boats. Take everything valuable. THEN ya sink 'er.......

[Leo Tanner]

Leo, Leo, Leo, Leo…… Naw………

Stop ‘er, board ‘er, put ‘er crew to the boats. Take everything valuable. THEN ya sink ‘er…….

Aye,
     I remind ya, good sir that I am young and wreckless   If anythin needs steerin more than this boat it be me

[Arcey]

Yer a good hand, Leo. Yer gonna get it.

Make sher the crew has their charts, a compass, their sextant 'n oil skins ta keep it all dry. Ya think they ain't got 'nuff food or water ya give 'em yers 'fore ya shove 'em off.

Never let it get personal. It's just bidness.

[litl rooster]

Yer a good hand, Leo. Yer gonna get it.

Make sher the crew has their charts, a compass, their sextant 'n oil skins ta keep it all dry. Ya think they ain't got 'nuff food or water ya give 'em yers 'fore ya shove 'em off.

Never let it get personal. It's just bidness.

   Ayyyy      them is werds from a seasoned pirate

[Texas Lawdog]

Arcey, Have you ever thought about adding an eye patch?

[Leo Tanner]

Yer a good hand, Leo. Yer gonna get it.

Make sher the crew has their charts, a compass, their sextant ‘n oil skins ta keep it all dry. Ya think they ain’t got ‘nuff food or water ya give ‘em yers ‘fore ya shove ‘em off.

Never let it get personal. It’s just bidness.

Ye'v a true nature.   
     I'll stand watch an hope ta gain a hand as evenly temperd as yers be.  There be much ta learnin this piraten regulatin bizness.  I'll not go half cocked agin.

[Trinity]

Wha!'?  We ain' gonne keep them fellers fer ta scour tha decks?