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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Original Post - Mar 9, 2013 - 05:01pm PT
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i was passing thru, not so innocently,
and i had a verve within
that found no outlet.
i wanted so desperately to bellerr,
something that may
please distant and local ears,
but i couldn't author.
there were these beautiful women
gawking at my absurd situation;
and there was i scraping together
an unprecended reality.
and i felt the need to
make pleasant noise,
but instead
i just mumbled and farted.
they, the hot chick,
and i the everpresent fool,
were / was not impressed.
so i come to you,
oh infinite wisdom that resides
on the waves of stuportypo,
please,
give me some sailor tunes,
just the words,
i'll work out the wrest.
they might come in handy,
when im leading a desperate pitch
and i need a distraction
away from the noise of
fear in my ears?
reilly?
what do echo when the rum hits your lips
and the sea-silence hits your ears?
give me something!
ore else i'll have to
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weezy
climber
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i sign a nice little dittie called OH SH#T OH SH#T F*#K TAKE TAKE TAKE F*#K I'M GANNA DIE
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skywalker
climber
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Weezy I got every note of that song memorized! LOL
S...
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Brandon-
climber
The Granite State.
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When I'm stressed on a lead, I almost always sing songs from Ween's Twelve Golden Country Greats to relieve the stress.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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"Yaar, I shoulda stayed at the bar!"
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darkmagus
Mountain climber
San Diego, CA
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When I'm out there I hear a lot of JAZZ
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bixquite
Social climber
humboldt nation
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stagger lee... how the hell can i wrestle him when he's twice as big as me?
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Norwegian
Trad climber
the tip of god's middle finger
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 9, 2013 - 06:51pm PT
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no come on.
really,
i need one of those tunes
that like totally drunk f*#king sailors
sang as they rowed merrily into the
storm of their demise.
i need jolly words,
leaned together.
that stand up
in the face of
desperation!
guido?
i can just google the shet,
but i respect more,
your imput.
pirates song!
el cappirate?
you got any?
mucci!
how do the italians sing in
the face of probable doom?
i need something
to sing
as my ship sinks.
too much to ask?
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The Call Of K2 Lou
climber
Squamish
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"This is really gonna affect my 8a.nu ranking."
Actually, what I usually hear during a desperate moment is the same useless, esoteric sh*t that's floating around in my mind at any other time.
("Pink and orange just don't complement each other.
Seems that the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose and it's starting to flow, I think I might be...
Will Vettel win the championship this year?
Scotch.
0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55 89 144 233 377 610 987 1597 2584 4191 6765 10956 17721")
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this just in
climber
north fork
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I have had many a songs get me through climbs. It seems whatever I listened to last, from pantera to massive attack. Regardless I do keep a certain song throughout the climb.
And yes vettel will get four in a row.
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'Pass the Pitons' Pete
Big Wall climber
like Ontario, Canada, eh?
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Ya need to come up to New-fun-LAND, b'y, and sing the song from back in WWII:
Chorus:
Away away with the fife and drum
Here we come, full o' rum
We're lookin' fer women who peddle their bums
In the North Atlantic Squadron
Various verses:
Upon the good ship Venus
By god, you should have seen us
The maidenhead was a whore in bed
The shaft an upright penis
There once was a lady from Montreal
Who spread her legs from wall to wall
But all she got was sweet f*#k all
From the North Atlantic Squadron
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tiki-jer
Trad climber
fresno/clovis
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Ha! For some reason when I'm on a route that is run-out or not obvious, Axl Rose is screaming in my ear "Where do we go......where do we go now.......where do we goooo..where do we go now....."
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Ward Trotter
Trad climber
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Mar 10, 2013 - 12:53am PT
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Weigh heigh and up she rises (/Hoo-ray and up she rises)
Weigh heigh and up she rises (/Patent blocks of different sizes)[2]
Weigh heigh and up she rises
Early in the morning
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning?
Put/chuck him in the long boat till he's sober.[7]
Put him in the long-boat and make him bale her.[8]
What shall we do with a drunken soldier?[2]
Put/lock him in the guard room 'til he gets sober.[7][2]
Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.(x3)[12]
Pull out the plug and wet him all over[12]
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under[12]
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowline.[12]
Scrape the hair off his chest with a hoop-iron razor.[2]
Give 'im a dose of salt and water.[2]
Stick on his back a mustard plaster.[2]
Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er.[2]
Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end.[2]
What'll we do with a Limejuice skipper?[2]
Soak him in oil till he sprouts a flipper.[2]
What shall we do with the Queen o' Sheba?[2]
What shall we do with the Virgin Mary?[2]
Shave his chin with a rusty razor.[20]
Shave his belly with a rusty razor.[21]
Give 'im a hair of the dog that bit him.[22]
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it.[23]
Put him in bed with the captain's daughter.[24]
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
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Mar 10, 2013 - 01:13am PT
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So you know I haven't even dreamed of leading yet, but this song rattled along on a loop as I was following Ed and Anders on the approach to the Footstool last Sept. (Damn, it was HOT):
It ain't gonna rain no more, no more,
It ain't gonna rain no more,
How the heck can I wash my neck
If it ain't gonna rain no more?
And on the 10-mile-all-downhill hike that same insanely hot week and during the first and last (all hills) half-marathon I'll ever run:
The Clash - Guns of Brixton
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
BORN under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Mariah
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton
...and so on.
Edit:
Capt, that's one of my favorite songs. V cool.
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Capt.
climber
some eastside hovel
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Mar 10, 2013 - 01:22am PT
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Just one line from Metallica's Fade to Black--"I was me,but now he is gone".
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weezy
climber
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Mar 10, 2013 - 01:51am PT
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When I'm stressed on a lead, I almost always sing songs from Ween's Twelve Golden Country Greats to relieve the stress.
mr. richard smoker...you're a poopy poker...chardonay and cocaine in the spa....
i've had that f*#kin song stuck in my head for weeks now. "help me scrape the mucous off my brain" is another one on that album that's great for stress relief.
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deuce4
climber
Hobart, Australia
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Mar 10, 2013 - 04:00am PT
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Walt used to sing Zappa's Dynamo Hum in its entirety to time a rest say, off a good handjam, on difficult pitches...
Sometimes he'd sing it pretty fast and quite animated as well.
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