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Barnacles Of Time

by The Wandering Mariners

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Intro (free) 01:25
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Jolly McGrog and Jonny McGrog That one fine day a lark they say did sqwaulk at Jolly McGrog, so Jolly McGrog he stepped on a log and rolled into misty fog, and rolled into misty fog. Ah Johnny McGrog he called from above, “Where oh where did you go?” And low and bellow was Jolly McGrog, floating past him slow, floating past him slow. He treaded and bobbed and slacked on the job and sputtered and struggled wiggled and muttered, Way up on the ridge, Jonny did cringe, but kept his head above, he kept his head above. Then Jonny McGrog he caught that same log before it went floating on by and low and behold he jumped on that log and stood up face to the sky, he Stood up to face the sky. The Brothers McGrog they skipped on that log over the rapids and waves and the salmon they flew and Jonny he knew that Jolly had had more than a few, yeah Jolly had more than a few. Thinking back to early that night he drank a gallon they found and so did his brother their father and mother and they went round and round, yeah they went round and round. But Jonny was struck as his brother kept up and danced on that log like he knew, the water was wide and the valley beside her dropped ninety feet below, dropped ninety feet below. So Jolly McGrog careened on that log toward the cascading falls, lord knows he was scared but went forward and dared and Jolly starts singing this song, yeah Jolly he sang a song. It went "follow the flow wherever it goes, you can't help but give it your best" and taking the plunge and dropping below is the way to pass the test, its a way to pass the test. And over the edge of the cliff went Jolly and faster and faster he dropped oh golly and Jonny he watched with fingers crossed as Jolly was tossed in the air, yeah Jolly was tossed in the air. But the lark that had squawked saw from his block that Jolly was going to die and over the falls he flew with his calls echoing everywhere and larks came from near and from far... Jolly was done the last rays of sun were shining into his eyes And Jonny was broken the last words were spoken: Oh Jolly what have you done? Jolly what have you done? The larks they all gathered discussing the matter within a second or two, without much thought or fear of getting caught they went under Jolly and flew, they went under Jolly and flew. And Jolly went down without much sound, the larks they softened his fall and Jolly was found with his head on the ground, the luckiest guy I know, the luckiest guy I know. Now Jolly got busy and made a few kids and Jonny went pirate along with his deeds they both took a chance ant went on a dance through barnacles of time... those barnacles of time...
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Barnacles Of Time (free) 03:48
Barnacles of time Endless the tides and restless the seas, Vessels so strong we're down on our knees, Gales fill our sails we're scrubbing the decks, we go chugging... through barnacles of time... Rum tastes much better when water grows stale, Cabbage gone sour and so has our ale, Blight is our plight as ropes burn our hands, and we gybe... into barnacles of time... Peg on a leg and a hook for a hand, A patch o'r the eye with a crutch as a stand, Tooth laced with gold and treasures so grand, We've collected... these barnacles of time... Pillage and plunder and bows torn asunder, Cannons ablaze in muskets revenge, Bloody battles at sea, a graveyard of ships, We^ve neglected... this barnacles of time... Captain went mad and crew got together, A mutiny awaits and a noose made of leather, Riots and swords, cutlass and hordes, we are scraping... the barnacles of time... Murky dark waters hide treacherous deeds, The cook in the galley serves up filth and disease, Compass got broken, the ships maps are lost, our oars covered... in barnacles of time... Lurking in depths beyond monsters and myth, The tell tales are floating there's nothing but mist, a leak in the bow, Leviathan screams History is whispers of royalties dreams we've crossed over waters and found ourselves gone the blood moon is hidden no hope until dawn we're infected - with barnacles of time...
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Dead Man Tell No Tales (free) 05:16
Dead Men Tell No Tales The rumor lives on Of a treasure so dear But dead men tell no tales, That seekers have sought For many a years And dead men tell no tales, Oh soldiers have fought Through pain and tears And dead men tell no tales my friend, And thinkers have thought With that thing between their ears Ya Dead men tell no tales... Ya dead men tell no tales my friend Ya dead men tell no tales... There’s nothing safer than a secret untold, and dead men tell no tales. and dead man tell no tales. The clues we bought With silver and gold and dead men tell no tales, And the story we got Was rotten and old and dead men tell no tales, The treasure`d found If someone was told but dead men tell no tales my friend, For the Fountain of Youth From our soles got sold Ya dead man tell no tales... Ya dead men tell no tales my friends Ya dead men tell no tales... There’s nothing safer than a secret untold, Cause dead men tell no tales and dead man tell no tales. The map with the foe Got sunk in the brine But dead men tell no tales, Shreds of evidence Down with those nine And dead men tell no tales We've searched for so long We're running out of time and dead man tell no tales my friend. The rumor remains we’re loosing our minds And dead man tell no tales... Ya dead men tell no tales my friends Ya dead men tell no tales... There’s nothing safer than a story untold, Cause dead men tell no tales and dead man tell no tales. Dead man wail no veils my friends Dead man wail no veils, There is nothing louder than a grievers moan As dead men wail no veils Yes, dead man wail no veils l... Ya dead man sail no sails my friends Ya dead man sail no sails, There's nothing cleaner than a canvas in fold And dead man sail no sails, Ya dead man sale no sails... What's behind the veil my friends What's behind the veil, It's crossing the sea, a birth and a deck, A coffin and a nail Dead man tell no tales...
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Dance The Hempen Jigs (free) 04:10
Dance the hempen jig (as gallows beckon) Sea dogs and scoundrels, scalawags and crooks, the scum and the slum from the history books. Pillage your village and plunder your town, get down on your knees and prey to the crown... *Hey hooo, Ho hey and a heave and a ho, tomorrow at noon, last bells strike soon, we'll heave our ropes and ho your corps, we'll make you dance our scaffolds, On your road to hell... Pillage and plunder and treasures we found, the gold and the jewels on a route to the crown. Destroying and burning tea drinking dogs, Hunt them and grind them, we^ll slaughter this hogs... *Ahoy ahoy you dirty o`l pigs, as gallows do beckon, our whips will be cracking we'll make you dance this hempen jigs Blue jackets and captains, admirals and mates on a mission from god, an order of fates, to find them and bind them with screaming repent, our glory is near, your saviors descend... Hey hooo, Ho hey and a heave and a ho, tomorrow at noon, last bells strike soon, we'll heave our ropes and ho your corps, we'll make you dance our scaffolds, On your road to hell... Below their decks, chests flowing with gold Riches of old for the queen to uphold wreak havoc and terror while seizing their ship sharpen the cutlass, their wounds will go deep *Ahoy ahoy you dirty o`l pigs, as gallows do beckon, wet whips will be cracking we'll make you dance this hempen jigs Royal duties we need to fulfill, catch you like dogs, just for the thrill, ropes are all woven tidy and neat, our nooses are ready, your maker too meet Hey hooo, Ho hey and a heave and a ho, tomorrow at noon, last bells strike soon, we'll heave our ropes and ho your corps, we'll make you dance our scaffolds, On your road to hell... Cursed be your gold, your army and crown we stand together till last man falls down no mercy, no glory, no medals for us death or redemption for us to discuss *Ahoy ahoy you dirty o`l pigs as gallows do beckon, wet whips will be cracking we'll make you dance this hempen jigs
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Shiver Me Timbers (free) 04:43
Shiver me timbers Shiver me timbers, head to my toes Gale from the north wind, howls and blows Screeching and moaning, rotting wood planks Vessel capsizing, sinking our ranks Shiver me timbers, rattle me bones Sliver me fingers, crack all me toes Thundering clouds, torrential downpours Mountains of waves, drove us too close to shore Shiver me timbers, I barely survived Opened my eyes, just as we nosedived Into the rocks, peaking through waves Shipmates went jumping and so did the slaves Drifting alone on a cracked piece of wood Gasping for air I rose up and stood Awaiting my fate and awaiting my doom My body is cold under the light of the moon Dreaming of dying, dreams of the end Dreaming of drowning along with my friends Dreaming its over, the rolling of seas Dreaming of clover and fields of green
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Hell's Carnival (free) 04:09
Hell's Carnival All hands hoay and abaft, Avast ye!... and heed... Batten down the hatches, canons will blow the man down... Yo ho ho and a laj ti daj daj, ahoy ye maties tonight we mite die, yardy har har and a hardy yar yar, caught in the whirlwinds of hell's carnival. Orlop is full down below, gun powder at dusk will glow, together we heave and we how, feeding the fish down below... Yo ho ho and a laj ti daj daj, ahoy ye maties tonight we mite die, yardy har har and a hardy yar yar, caught in the whirlwinds of hell's carnival. Man O War is ready, yardarm under is steady, a shot across the bow, topmast comes crashing down... Yo ho ho and a laj ti daj daj, ahoy ye maties tonight we mite die, yardy har har and a hardy yar yar, caught in the whirlwinds of hell's carnival Sea dogs give no quarter, a fire in the hole, no prey no pay for all, Scuttle her down and below... Yo ho ho and a laj ti daj daj, ahoy ye maties tonight we mite die, yardy har har and a hardy yar yar, caught in the whirlwinds of hell's carnival. Sail ho.. and off we go, becalmed and sailing slow, a scar, a leak the bow, sea graves now we will plow... Yo ho ho and a laj ti daj daj, ahoy ye maties tonight we mite die, yardy har har and a hardy yar yar, caught in the whirlwinds of hell's carnival.
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Three sheets to the wind Three sheets to the wind me lads, three sheets to the wind tonight we'll drink from pier to pier tonight we'll drink a barrel of beer First sheet to the wind we are off on a spin and twirling up and down pick up our mugs and drink like slugs, go spinning round and round All lads they do say, with their head in a keg, open up our sails, and sail away to... Three sheets to the wind me lads, three sheets to the wind tonight we'll drink from dusk till dawn tonight we'll drink a barrel of rum Next sheet to the wind we're lost the in the mist and rowing up and down our cups are too deep, our rum is too week, go spinning round and round All lads going down with their fate in the binge... open up our sails, and sail away to... Three sheets to the wind me lads, three sheets to the wind tonight we'll drink until we drop tonight we'll drink a barrel of grog Third sheet to the wind, we sail the seven seas and sinking down below grog is stale, our faces are pale go spinning round and round All lads they do sing, face down in the bilge open up our sails , and sail away to... Three sheets to the wind me lads, three sheets to the wind tonight we'll drink until we snooze tonight we'll drink a barrel of booze Forth sheet to the wind, we all hit the decks and scrubbing down the salt The sun stands high, our throats all dry, go spinning round and round . All lads they do snore, with their head on the floor, open up our sails , and sail away to...
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Outro 00:52

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Voyage and the whimsical adventures of McGrogs through the murky waters and barnacles of time.

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released June 10, 2022

Written, recorded and produced by Rok Capuder and Matthew Krist
Mastering by Marko Lipovsek
Artwork by Julien Nema

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Born on a drunken evening of folk music while doubling home in the snow, Jolly and Jonny McGrog take you on a journey through The Barnacles of Time. A jaunty mix of folk, punk, sludge, doom with great lyrics, these songs will bring you back to the golden age of piracy! ... more

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