pirate
Queen Ann's Revenge
Walk the fucking plank bitch;
this is my fucking pirate ship
I run it how I want;
I take orders from myself
I'm the fucking captain;
not you,
Take your stank ass
self somewhere else
Hoe
Buccaneer
Sea of black, what is it you hide?
Please tell me your secrets in me, please confide.
On deck of the ship, blue moon in the sky,
Into your heavy dark waves I peer and I pry.
You conceal many things, so pardon the brusque ,
I have some questions I would like to discuss
...thus...
I ask of you this mighty watery force,
reveal to me please these things in due course :
Tell me about how they were saved from the deluge,
In the Ark a family protected in refuge.
Or where lay the Isle of Greek titan Atlas.
A land consumed by your eternal cold blackness.
Share with me jewels and cursed pirate gold.
Spoils in your clutches you so preciously hold.
Of sunken ships and scattered bones.
Failed quests to glory forgotten kings thrones.
What monsters you hide in the dark of your deep?
Things of nightmare that make grown men wake from their sleep?
Reveal these things, so that I return a wealthier man,
Gold in pocket shilling in hand.
With magical tales of faraway places.
Lost secrets that lurk in your fathomless spaces.
At night these things to my children I'll tell,
And a love of adventure will be cast,
Like a spell.
Pirate Curse
Sail
The ship sways but I pay no mind
from Trinidad to Cuba...
We sing songs and shanties,
but time just expands...
Like the cold water beneath our boots.
My mates will think of Anne Bonny
but I walways dream of mermaids...
Oh, how it would be...
To swim alive in Davy Jone's locker.
Her and I would have a goats jig,
and I would arise to the surface,
with a large toothless grin...
I would fire my mortars into the air,
and when the night closed in,
me and my hearties would celebrate...
By plundering vast ships,
and counting our loot.
Our prisioners in shackels
and our enemys as shark bait.
I will sail the Caribbean,
sea to bloody sea.
With flintlock in hand,
a pirates life for me.