Old Bloopbeard's Tale Lyrics - Dead Kid Harvester

'Twas five past the turn on a ghost's annum hand 

And nineteen o' September were clawin' from East 

When a freebooter spirit plundered me lub o' the land 

And I traded all in for a jolly sea-faring beast. 

With a mess o' picaroons, blackjack to the sky, 

A wannion for adventure and barrels o' grog filled high, 

Turned dungbie to the shore, my furner an' me. 

Jettisoned the land and chose a seven course meal of seas. 

Weren't long afore we opened our account, 

Raping and pillaging and burning villages. 

Looting ourselves a gigantic amount. 

'Til amongst our booty we did discover 

A piece of a map and then another. 

A red X marked the dream our minds pondered 

And so it set the path our ship wandered. 

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Upon that we were seekin', the new-found greed we'd adopted 

Homed like it were a beacon, and so our scuttlebutt we concocted 

Of a sheltered cove and an island far off Barbados 

And nineteen paces abaft a rotten tree, 

Three feet o' sand and then a chest packed thick with crusadoes. 

Nothin' to belay me triumph short of mutiny. 

A thought digested too soon 

For I found me self at the sharp mercy o' them picaroons. 

The chest were big but their eyes were bigger 

And the idea of fair share made them snigger. 

Off the plank, marooned, and without a blade too. 

So Old Bloopbeard grew. 

Score and then some days, scavenging for morsels in dismay. 

'Til somehow I hornswoggled Davy, my charm the only bait 

And Lady Luck patched a much needed salmagundi 'pon me plate: 

A new friend whose name were long forgot, a derelict washed in from afar, 

Dragging enough rags to follow the stars. 

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With a wooden leg of a rudder, 

I pointed abut a half-blind course 

In search of more significant shores. 

Something worthy of bein' a landlubber for. 

Beached within a week, to a new home I did retreat, 

Wired to the jungle of copper and concrete. 

A pirate reborn, for the old pirate were dead. 

Now I keelhaul gigabytes through the tubes, 

Sailing digital torrents instead.