We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tea-leaves.We've emptied out all the bars and the bowery hotels.Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonightTell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight.
To tell the tale of the jewess and the mandarin chinese boyHe led her down from her gilded canopy of cloth.And through her blindfold she could make out the figures there before herAnd how the air was thick with incense, cardamom and myrrh.
So goodnight, boys, goodnightSay goodnight, boys, goodnight
We set to sail on the clipper that's bound for South AustraliaThe weather's warm there, the natives are dark and nubile.But if you listen, quiet, you can hear the footsteps on the cross-treesThe ghosts of sailors passed, their spectral bodies clinging to the shrouds.
― Hurting (Hurting), Monday, 18 October 2004 03:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― Hurting (Hurting), Monday, 18 October 2004 04:00 (twenty-one years ago)
― joseph cotten (joseph cotten), Monday, 18 October 2004 04:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― joseph cotten (joseph cotten), Monday, 18 October 2004 04:09 (twenty-one years ago)
― Hurting (Hurting), Monday, 18 October 2004 10:08 (twenty-one years ago)
― Santesh (scottkundla), Monday, 18 October 2004 10:29 (twenty-one years ago)
― dog latin (dog latin), Monday, 18 October 2004 11:59 (twenty-one years ago)
That being said, I always thought "Shanty" was a bit of a dreary opener.
― sleep (sleep), Monday, 18 October 2004 13:57 (twenty-one years ago)
i think also that colin does have a fetish for certain words or types of words, and that he knows it.
― AaronK (AaronK), Monday, 18 October 2004 14:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― artdamages (artdamages), Monday, 18 October 2004 15:23 (twenty-one years ago)
― antexit (antexit), Monday, 18 October 2004 15:42 (twenty-one years ago)
I'm more annoyed that the song suggests some kind of narrative but doesn't actually have one.
― Hurting (Hurting), Monday, 18 October 2004 21:53 (twenty-one years ago)
― Gear! (Gear!), Monday, 18 October 2004 22:19 (twenty-one years ago)
― M@tt He1geson (Matt Helgeson), Monday, 18 October 2004 22:31 (twenty-one years ago)
I agree; I'd go so far as to say their spirit of adventure and playfulness is practically unrivaled. The lyrics are sometimes nonsense, sure, but IMO music could use more of that. Besides, lyrical accuracy is not what I listen for.
― bill neil (inabillity), Monday, 18 October 2004 23:09 (twenty-one years ago)
We sailed away on a winter's daywith fate as malleable as clay;but ships are fallible, I say,and the nautical, like all things, fades
And I can recall our caravel:a little wicker beetle shellwith four fine maste and lateen sails,its bearings on Cair Paravel
O my love,O it was a funny little thingto be the ones to've seen.
The sight of briges and balloonsmakes calm canaries irritable;they caw and claw all afternoon:"Catenaries and dirigiblesbrace and buoy the living-room --a loom of metal, warp - woof - wimble."And a thimblesworth of milky mooncan touch hearts larger than a thimble.
O my love,O is was a funny little thingto be the ones to've seen
― Hurting (Hurting), Tuesday, 19 October 2004 01:45 (twenty-one years ago)
― AaronK (AaronK), Tuesday, 19 October 2004 02:31 (twenty-one years ago)
OTM. Also, I agree with Victor that I don't think they're meant to be taken entirely seriously. They're much better than typical corny indie schlock lyrics about girls and whatnot, though some of Meloy's phrasing sure is awkward.
― Ian John50n (orion), Tuesday, 19 October 2004 03:01 (twenty-one years ago)