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Title: Mutiny... was Her Name
Music by: D.M. Blackthorn
Lyrics by: D. M. Blackthorn
Meter / Style: 4/4 Storytelling
Story: Asong fraught with historical accuracy,
was written by D. M. Blackthorn. Backup Vocals by THAT Damned Band,
Laura Freeman, and Guy Forsyth. Double Bass Fiddle by Willie “Crash”
Landin. Sick plays the 5-string banjo (as well as fiddle) on this track.
Lyrics:
Born in pyrate’s cove, Mutiny was her name
even as a childe, she strove to blaspheme and infame
Soon she was out and sailin’ on the Spanish main –
It didn’t take her long to live up to her name…
She was the daughter ov Anne Bonnie and the viscious Mary Reed
they kept her birth a secret out ov dire need
that traitor black captain Barnett was on their tail
and Calico Jack’s men were too drunken to sail
And here’s to the cutters that still raid the merchant’s
cask –
“We need our rum and our whisky, if we’re to be up to the
task!”
And here’s to the thugs and Highwaymen, may your exploits ever
last!
And “here’ s to the wench that will greet us all in hell!!!”
Her first captain she deposed after he raped her on the deck
She left him marooned with his bloody phallus hangin’ round his
neck!
He should have known she was a rogue, indeed a pyrate true,
when by the age ov sixteen a whole host ov men she slew!!!
5 score and 8 were the ships she took in her career
‘til that faetful day when she knew her end was near
a musket ball had lodged itself in he womb
and the devil came to collect his due
(soliloquoy with spooky soft background music)
And when that devil appeared out of the smoke of a cannon shot
“Hail SATAN!”
and he saw before him the most ‘onnerey and deadly pyrate wench
to ever sail that lake ov fire…
“Mutiny…”
poisonous as an adder, quick as a lick ov flame, sadistic as a fiend
ov the pit (and he knew quite a few)
Not to mention a beauty like unto blooded daggers flashing in the light
ov the new moon…
There was naught that devil could do but kneel on his spurs and exclaim
“My Captain!”
and from that day to this, she has captained her own ship across that
lake ov fire – and ‘tis said that any true pyrate will serve
under her command the day his judgement is due…
And here’s to the cutters that still raid the merchant’s
cask –
“We need our rum and our whisky, if we’re to be up to the
task!”
And here’s to the thugs and Highwaymen, may your exploits ever
last!
And “here’ s to the wench that will greet us all in hell!!!”
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