PIRATES
Lyrics copyright (c) 1977
by Palm Beach Recordings Ltd.
(EMMERSON LAKE & PALMER)
http://www.dynrec.com/elp/
from the album "WORKS"
Atlanta Recording Company
"Who'll make his mark."
the captain cried
"To the devil drink a toast.
We'll glut the hold with
cups of gold
And we'll feed the sea with
ghosts
I see your hunger for a
fortune
Could be better served beneath
my flag
If you've the stomach for
a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make
you
Everything you've ever dreamed."
"Make fast the guns tonight
we sail
When the high tide floods
the bay,
Cut free the lines and square
the yards
Get the black flag stowed
away.
The Turk. The Arab and the
Spaniard
Will soon have pennies on
their eyes
And any other laden fancy
We will take her by surprise
I will take you and make
you
Everything you've ever dreamed."
Six days off the Cuban coast
when a sail ahead they spied
"A galleon of the treasure
fleet," the mizzen lookout cried
"Closer to the wind my boys,"
the mad-eyed captain roared
"For every man that's alive
tonight will be hauling gold aboard."
"Spare us," the galleon
begged but mercy's face had fled
Blood ran from the sreaming
souls the cutlass harvested
Driven to the quarter deck
the last survivor fell
"She's ours my boys," the
Captain grinned "and no one left to tell."
The Captain rose from a
silk divan
With a pistol in his fist
And shot the lock from an
iron box
And a blood red ruby kissed
"I give you jewellry of
turquoise
A crucifix of solid gold
One hundred thousand silver
pieces
It is just as I foretold
You... You see there before
you everything
You've ever dreamed."
Anchored in an indigo moonlit
bay
Gold-eyed round fires the
sea thieves lay
Morning... white shells
and a pipe of clay
As the wind filled their
footsteps
They were far... far...
away.
"Our sails swell full as
we brave all seas
On a westward wind to live
as we please
With the wicked wild-eyed
women of Portabello town
Where we've been told that
a purse of gold
Buys any man a crown
They will serve you and
clothe you
Exchange your rags for the
velvet coats of kings."
"Who'll drink a toast with
me
I give you liberty
This town is ours... tonight."
"Landlord, wine make it
the finest
make it a cup for a seadog's
thirst
Two long years of bones
and beaches
Fever and leeches did their
worst
So fill the night with paradise
Bring me peach and peacock
till I burst
But first, I want a soft
touch in the right place
I want to feel like a King
tonight
Ten on the black to beat
the Frenchman
Back you dogs give em room
to turn
Now open wide sweet Heaven's
gates
Tonight were gonna see if
Heaven burns
I want an angel on a gold
chain
And I'll ride her to the
stars
It's the last time for a
long time
Come the daybreak, we embark..."
On the flood of the morning
tide
Once more the ocean cried.
"This company will return
one day
Though we feel your tears
it's the price we pay
For there's prizes to be
taken and glory to be found
Cut free the chains make
fast your souls
We are Eldorado bound...
I will take you fo always
forever together
Until hell calls our names..."
"Who'll drink a toast with
me
To the devil and the deep
blue sea
Gold drives a man... to
dream!".
Copyright (c) 1972 by Ray Bradbury
"There", he whispered.
" there's the only house in town worth visiting on Halloween! There!"
"Yeah!" said everyone.
For it was true. The house was special and fine
and tall and dark. There must have been a thousand windows in its
sides, all shimmering with cold stars. It looked as if it had been cut
out of black marble instead of built out of timbers, and inside? who could
guess how many rooms, halls, breezeways, attics. Superior and inferior
attics, some higher than others, some more filled with dust and webs and
ancient leaves or gold buried above ground in the sky but lost away so
high no ladder in town could take you there.
The house beckoned with its towers, invited with
its gummed-shut doors. Pirate ships are a tonic. ancient forts are a boon.
But a house, a haunted house, on all Hallow's Eve? Eight small hearts
beat up an absolute storm of glory and approbation.
"Come on."
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This book is no longer in print but is worth the effort to locate
check out other books by Ray Bradbury at the website above
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"Thou shalt remember the
Eleventh Commandment and keep it Wholly."
from: " The Notebooks of Lazarus
Long" by Robert Heinlein
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