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Down with the Ship

by The Waxies

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1.
Saintly Anne 02:30
Well it's Friday night downtown, all the boys are gettin' there There's strangers in her bed and flowers in her hair She is singing, she's dancing, a song for every man You've never met a woman like dear old Saintly Anne You've never met a woman like dear old Saintly Anne With the reddest lips, the fullest hips, and a sympathetic hand All you women shake your heads, all you men say a prayer For dear old Saintly Anne See I was just a young lad when I met old Saintly Anne I was comin' home one evening, she came runnin' 'round the bend She caught my eye and smiled and drew me by the hand Took me back to her room and made me into a man It was early into August when we lost old Saintly Anne She fell asleep one evening with the fever in her chest No preacher spoke her funeral, no tombstone on the ground But she lives on in the heart of every man in the town
2.
We cut beneath the blackened sky a line through salt-sea hell I brace myself against the helm and roll on demon swells I bark into the bitter wind, Hold fast! We'll make it through Then a wiry hand of lightning cracks the mizzenmast in two The deck beneath my bootsoles heaves me forward through the spray And out over the bow I spy the Devil's wave My ship begins to twist and break, three hundred souls below The sun will shine on lifeboats but the captain's gotta go... Down with the ship! In my heart I know I won't survive this trip Never home upon the land, I'm a seafaring man And tonight I'm going down with the ship! So tether my body to this wreck that I have made my home And cast off every lifeboat 'cause this end is mine alone Save the last seats for the swimmers, this storm is breaking soon While my head's above the waterline I've still got work to do From flooding decks below I pull three hundred pairs of hands Stay alive despite the tempest, row north to your homeland I am poison in the Devil's jaws! My castle I will keep! Heaven lies below for me in the cover of the deep
3.
Drunk again in routine rhyme Another pint in solemn time Pray for tomorrow but drink for today So pour yourself another glass Don't spare the very best Tomorrow seems a lifetime away So I say... Here's to you For those we knew Adieu Come in, the door's wide open Stand and we'll sing and drink 'til dawn Raise your glass with me And sing, all the hard nights and days Have all gone away Here's to the tired and sore Broken, the beat and scarred Is there no glory in this test Here's to the friends I've known The ones whom I've loved the most To you I wish nothing but the best But above the rest...
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From Derry down to Dublin town the bloody river flowed From seanchai to seanchai no tale went untold The cries of Eirann sons and daughter mired in the bog The tyranny 'cross Irish sea of poison London fog To live or die an Irishman the price was much the same Four corners of the world we sailed, in each they cursed our name Some took a wayward passage 'neath the hulls of coffin ships Some held on to the Auld Sod 'neath the sting of English whips A land to weary to conceive a harvest but for stone Was gleaned by queen's men to the quick, stripped down to the bone Potatoes rotting in the ground, dear God the famine spread Like locusts from the fields of Hell they left us with our dead Still the breath of summer kissed the Emerald Isle And crawled around the brooding moors and cause the land to smile The healing of her sun and showers, the fragrance of her breast As irrepressible children we still celebrate her best The curse of destiny will drive a madman from his mind And cause a temperate soul to stand where once he had resigned And as the Thames and River Liffey seek the open sea Injustice will deliver a terrible beauty
6.
Flotsam 04:14
Hold my jacket against the rail Stand and watch on deck Staring out at the cold gray waves And a-wonderin' if I'll be back Well two days out in a cutting gale Waves came o'er the bow Well John had a wife and two little ones Ah well who's gonna feed them now And oh, the wind does blow Across this inland sea And oh, the wind must know It's taken all from me Well Nate used to sing and to play a jig And fight down on Fuller in the park 'Til his legs got caught up in a trolling line You could only hear his screams in the dark Well you say I should leave, Lord I know that it's true But what would I do upon shore Well flotsam only lands to sit and rot An old sailor's for a whore And oh, the wind does blow Across this endless sea And oh, be careful my son For it's taken all from me
7.
Carry On 04:32
Gone away my peaceful days Like wind across the plain The fields there have known no despair Where I sit and stay The true love that I've known Is not this common home But in the trees and the freshwater seas Where I'm born to roam It's all the same to you no matter what I do Carry on, carry on And all the while I think where we'll be in the end Will we meet here again For every man there comes a time When roaming's on his mind Does he stay or make a name Before he's in decline But now I'm trying to find my place In the city across the lake But the winters are cold in old Chicago Where the lost lie awake Now time is slipping through my hands The days and years go by And I can't let it go and it's starting to show In my darling's eyes But warm and soft she holds me close And life rolls like a wheel And so I stay still to remain Far from lonely fields Relieve this aching my chest With a soft and loving kiss Life's at best when you're at rest With the ones you love and miss When we're gone let's all meet here At the clearing in the fields A place no more with want or war Just the one you hold most dear
8.
The Cure 05:26
Tuesday night, we're drunk again Treatment comes more often by the count But less by the aching in my head A nod to the bar, time to begin Another round Another round and nobody sees the gold go down But the prophecies are all flowin' now And we've finally found the cure For our daily pains and the weights we hang By the open door of this old place When you need a release this is the time To let it all out Crawl the streets, forget our names Four more hours 'til light of morning Then we'll race to work and wait My hand on your shoulder, do you believe You're not alone Oh we'd die if we quit but we don't give a shit We're more than thirsty workers you see By dead we're dead walking, at night we're all gods And the drink never ceases to flow Put your glass under the tap and open your trap It's rest for the weary you know From dust to dust, from the field to the pub It's sustenance for me
9.
Well how can a man be forced to live And in poverty to dwell And while the rich have most, most have none Well they damned us all to hell I've seen such thing as no man should ever see My son and wife did die While at the hand of the man who owns all the land Where in the cold cold ground they lie Well come all you sinners and listen unto me And a story I will tell How a man of the land was forced to kill And damn his soul to hell
10.
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter Step it out, Mary, if you can Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter Show your legs to the countryman Show your legs to the countryman In the village of Kilgory Lived a maiden young and fair Her eyes they shone like diamonds She had long and golden hair A countryman came riding Up to her father's gate Mounted on a pure white stallion He came at the stroke of eight I have come to court your daughter Mary of the golden hair I have gold and I have jewels I have wealth beyond compare She'll live in a mansion With servants to command I have silk, I have satin And a ring for her hand I don't want your gold or silver Your house or your land I am going with the soldier boy I promised him my hand But her father spoke up sharply You will do as you are told You will marry him next Sunday And you'll wear his ring of gold In the village of Kilgory There's a deep stream flowing by They found Mary there at midnight She had drowned with the soldier boy In the village there was music They could hear her father say Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter Sunday is your wedding day Sunday is your wedding day
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Taksim 03:34
12.
Of all the money that ever I had I spent it in good company And of all the harm that ever I've done Alas, it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me a parting glass Good night and joy be with you all If I had money, enough to spend And leisure time to sit a while There is a fair maid in this town Who solely hold my heart beguiled With rosy cheeks and ruby lips [] she holds my heart enthralled So fill to me a parting glass Good night and joy be with you all Of all the comrades that ever I've had They're sorry for my going away And of all the sweethearts that ever I've loved They wish me one more day to stay And since it fall unto my lot That I should rise while you should not I gently rise and I softly call Good night and joy be with you all

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released September 15, 2015

Produced by Conor Bardallis and The Waxies. Recorded and edited in Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA. Additional recording and editing by Conor Bardallis, with special thanks to Clifford Thomas. Mixed by Peter Fox at Stone House Recording. Mastered by Matt Ten Clay at Amber Lit Audio. "Saintly Anne" lyrics by Adam Brouwer. "Terrible Beauty" lyrics by Jim Hines of Naples, Florida. Cover art by Lawrence Kole.

Special thanks to Victoria J.H. Orlewicz, Grant Jaskulski, Jason Bowler, and Bill Lynch.

The Waxies are Branden Garner, Mack Adama, Conor Bardallis, Michael Prokopchuk, Miles Anderson, Mikay McKibbin, and Jesse Powers.

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