sailor's songs? wat do u sing when your leadin strung out?


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Hobart, Australia
Mar 10, 2013 - 04:00am PT
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.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 10, 2013 - 06:56am PT
u can tell urself id's music but it's wars in music and it's a devil's club that u need, my friend, to beat off destrungshinghammerung.

that that led u hear u shoed obey and keep ur own shoes tie-dyed

don't u read this it's fast and dirty and ditty and bulbous like all ur stuff u writhe

wither u know me or nowt ur a lout to scrape off my cronies

read/sing/jack away

Cleft for my knob is the slitty. . .
workin’ in my staff with a slight delay.
But soon it has crossed: inward it is leapin’;
buryin’ belaying pin—drive it in.

Big wield—seed spawn germ in,
prowed Mary keeps on squirmin’.
Polin’, polin’, polin’ till she quivers.

Gleaned was my substrate of spending
pumped into domain round with sluice bore seamed,
lovely, like a maw in which I put my fishy—
my big fish sticks inside of this quimmer-moat, teemed.

Big wield seeps on her in,
prowed Mary keeps on squirmin’.
Polin’, polin’, polin’ till she quivers.

Festooned with down is her quiver.
Yessir, poon is fine when pee pole there lives.
The opening furry, unless wax from honey
bees is put on then ripped off till shagginess gives.

Big squeal ’cause it’s burnin’;
loud Mary gets de-furrin’.

Shows skin, shows skin, shows skin now, her quiver. . . .

can't say

Social climber
Pasadena CA
Mar 10, 2013 - 08:23am PT
and then there's the old C4 rescue site theme song SWilliam came up with

9 mil, 9 mil
stretching down to 4
if your Jumars do not lock
you'll hit the Valley floor

Bag em, tag em
6 bucks an hour...
Jebus H Bomz

Peavine Basecamp
Mar 10, 2013 - 08:36am PT
My lead songs are always so random. A good sailor song would be an improvement for when ye cast off on the vertical sea.
Sierra Ledge Rat

Mountain climber
Old and Broken Down in Appalachia
Mar 10, 2013 - 08:37am PT
Close to the Edge....


Sport climber
Columbus, Ohio
Mar 10, 2013 - 08:59am PT
The captain touched his swagger stick
Up to his golden eye
And boogied through the vestibule
While bidding us goodbye
The enemy surrounds us
And our spirits almost gone
The Devil take the cavalry
That sold us for a song

There's Chi-Chi's on the starboard, lads
And Chi-Chi's in the stern
And hashish in the hookah pipes
And bonny grass to burn
Our mission is a secret
But we're fool enough to try
We'll sail the bloody ocean, boys
Or drink the bastard dry

"If I'd've been a carpenter," the swarthy
sergeant said
"I'd never seen this ugly thing
That hangs above my head
The hell with all your heros
And the wounds they hope to show
I'm just a simple soldier, son
With one more year to go"

The Albatross was tiring
And the cook was in a stew
The filthy little cabin boy
Was whizzing in my shoe
The Captain's wife was aging
And the first mate heard her scream
When Tommy slipped tabasco in the
Captain's vaseline

"Our time will soon be gone," he said
"It's all we've left to lose
We've shot our ammunition
And we're all but out of booze
So here's to Irma Donegal
Here's to Nellie Blye
And here's to my old friend," he said
And kissed his ass goodbye

"Give off! give off! You sorry lot.
Give off!," the Captain cried
"we've lost our bloody anchor
And we're driftin' with the tide
The swollen surf is pounding
Like a thousand cannons roar
And I shake the hand of any man
Who guides us into shore."

"We're saved! We're saved!"
The soldiers said
"We're saved!," the sailors cried
And soldiers climbed aboard
While sailors left from either side
Some swabbies hit the minefield and
The rifles got the rest
And somewhere there's a schooner
Sinkin' slowly in the west

by Kris Kristofferson, Bob Neuwirth, Roger McGuinn, Seymour Cassell


El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
Mar 10, 2013 - 11:03am PT
Mark Force

Trad climber
Cave Creek, AZ
Mar 10, 2013 - 03:54pm PT
When I get into that mode, I'll usually hum classical tunes to calm myself down. Usually Mozart or Handel, but one of the most effective for me is Strauss' Blue Danube. Hey, whatever prevents a meltdown!

Mar 10, 2013 - 04:00pm PT
The Call Of K2 Lou

Mar 10, 2013 - 06:20pm PT
Drunken Sailor = Good call, Ward. Highly recommended for Baffin trips when you happen to have mandolins and banjos handy.

Mar 10, 2013 - 06:39pm PT

That's a good one. I like it. So from now now it will be that on easy cruiser terrain than High Speed Dirt when faced with the hard move. High Speed Dirt is actually about skydiving but I just dig that song when I'm way out there.

Trad climber
El Dorado Hills, CA
Mar 10, 2013 - 06:45pm PT
Back In The Saddle Again

Social climber
Colorado Plateau
Mar 11, 2013 - 11:33am PT
Weeeelllll, it smells like poop and it shore looks crappy (*shore looks crappy*)

Poopship Destroyer:
Let me lock in the system at Warp 2
Push it on into systematic overdrive, you know what to do

Let's cruise past all the golden poo
That makes me blue
This thing gonna dooodddooooddooo on the...

Poopship, poopship destroyer
On the poopship, poopship destroyer

Let me jam all the frequencies on channel 2
I've been chewin' on this brownie
And I thinks I'm almost through

Let's cruise, the chocolate stew was you know who
I told you to jam the frequency
This sector's chartered by you

Poopship, on the poopship destroyer
The poopship, poopship destroyer
Poo, poo, poop

The Blarney Stone:
Get off my ass you wee bitty f*#k
If I pull out the Claymore you're sh#t outta luck
Who's that girl, that pretty young thing
After I f*#k her she'll get up and sing

Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye
Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye

Down to the pub for a two shilling ale
The bread on the counter is going stale
If I don't get some fresh bread soon
Gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon

Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye
Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye

Ain't got no girl 'cuz I haven't the time
Got too many other things on me mind
Patty was nice she was pale and cute
But I threw her away like an old piece of fruit

Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye
Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye

Got ooze in my pores my feet are all wet
Got mold in my ears but I ain't dead yet
Got stones in me bladder got a crack in me head
When Patty starts cryin' this is what I said

Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye
Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Mar 11, 2013 - 11:44am PT
Oh sh#t, oh f*#k, oh dear.....
how in the hell did i get here?

Big Wall climber
san jose, ca
Mar 11, 2013 - 11:47am PT
Tenacious's a stress reliever

Social climber
Butterfly Town
Mar 11, 2013 - 01:09pm PT
The Irish Rover, one of my favorite all-time sailor songs...

On the year of Our Lord eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the port quay of Cork.
We were sailing away with a Cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall of New York.
We'd a near-leaking craft, it was rigged fore and aft.
And how the trade winds drove her.
She had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts,
And they called her the Irish Rover.

There was Bobby McGee from the banks of the Leith.
There was Hogan from county Tyrone.
There was John D. McGirk, who was scared stiff of work,
And a chap from Westmeath named Malone.
There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule,
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover,
And a man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover.

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags,
We had two million barrels of pone.
We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails,
We had four million barrels of bone.
We had five million hogs,
And six million dogs,
Seven million barrels of porter.
We had eight million sides of poor blind horses' hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover.

We had sailed seven years when the mizzens broke out
And the ship lost her way in the fog.
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two.
Twas meself and the captain's old dog.
Well, the ship struck a rock, and Lord what a shock!
I nearly tumbled over.
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover


Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
Mar 11, 2013 - 01:51pm PT
You ever heard of Barnacle Bill the Sailor? Google it. Not for the kids.

The Granite State.
Mar 11, 2013 - 01:53pm PT
Well, that's three of us who favor Ween.

They might be just your thing, or you may be up shits creek with a turd for a paddle.

30 mins. from suicide USA
Mar 11, 2013 - 01:58pm PT
"south of heaven"

Mar 12, 2013 - 04:59am PT
When crack climbing i try to relax & sing along to this one.

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