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PIRATES VS DRAGONS

Air pirate sea shanties for hunting dragons on Captain Black Jack Murphy's ship with a secret goal to Save the Dragons!

Pirates vs. Dragons

"I've managed to sneak a bit of pencil stub from the ship's doctor, and a few scraps of paper from the cook. I'm recording my thoughts with them so I can reveal Black Jack Murphy's infamy when I finally return to civilization."

There’s a universal truth about pirates. They hunt treasure, and they don’t care who they have to rob to get it. There’s a universal truth about dragons. They hoard treasure, and they really don’t like for people to try and take it. I was kidnapped by the infamous air pirate Black Jack Murphy and his crew of the airship The Lady Jean. They wanted me to chronicle their dragon hunts. Little did Murphy know where my sympathies lie!

You’ll hear sea shanties interwoven with a Celtic Steampunk musical story about an air pirate that kidnaps a bard to immortalize his dragon treasure hunting in song. What he doesn’t realize is that the musician will do anything to protect the dragons.

So, this journal — and the resulting CD, coming soon from Mage Records “Pirates vs. Dragons” — tell the true stories of pirates vs. dragons. The CD combines rousing sea shanties about pirates being pirates with songs about the majesty of dragons, and the journal details the privations I suffered. There's a little something for both sides here–and I bet you find a new favorite or two.

UPC Code: 806747012920

Original Release Date: July 27, 2016

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The Story So Far…

In January 2013, I was shanghaied by a vicious marauder with whom I once recorded an album. His name is Captain Black Jack Murphy.

Murphy was once a sailor on the high seas. He turned pirate and quickly murdered his way up the ranks to become one of the names people fear in stories at night. His marauding days were fierce and deadly. Until the amazing happened. The Royal Navy caught up with Murphy's ship the IRISH STOUT. He spent the next few years on the run. Then one day, he and his ship vanished!

Murphy turned up a few years later on a College Speaking Tour professing the wisdom of piracy in the business world, especially within the music business.

When the music business was at its height fighting piracy, suing its customers, Murphy became a hero among college students, as he laid out his philosophy on how and why one should resort to piracy. It was his philosophy that led to the invention of Napster, iTunes and Spotify. He's the name that people are afraid to speak as to why the music industry changed over the last two decades.

It was during this time that I met Murphy. He seemed a kind, generous person, wise beyond his years. He had an album of sea shanties that he wanted to release. I freely helped him record the album, Pogue Mahone Means Kiss My Arse, in 2008. Then, once again, he disappeared!

I hadn't heard a peep from or about him until January 2013 when he emerged once again. I was working in my basement when I heard loud shouting and the sound of cranks. I smelled coal.

I went out on to my porch to see what was up. Before I knew it men, dressed like pirates, slid down ropes, tied them around me, and hauled me up into the sky. I lost conscience with my eyes on the stern of a vessel. It read, “IRISH STOUT”!

When I awoke, I found myself tied and gagged in the hold of a ship. I could hear no water. Just wind. And cranks and gears. And the smell of coal once again. It was intense…and terrifying.

I stared into the eyes of a pirate. Not Murphy. A man who would be my only link to the outside world, on Murphy's vessel, and into a world of PIRATES and DRAGONS!

 

Do Dragons Really Exist?

My name is Marc Gunn. I'm a Celtic Geek autoharper originally from Austin, Texas. I'm a songwriter and a podcaster.  I experienced something that most men would love to know–do dragons really exist?

Because of Capt. Murphy, I learned that they do indeed. He “recruited” me with one purpose–to tell the tale of his “adventures” and dastardly deeds… in song.

He left it up to me to me to form a story. So I worked tirelessly with my friend Rie Sheridan Rose to help share a story about Pirates vs. Dragons in a world where dragons and air pirates don't seem to exist. It's an unbelievable secret that you must hear to experience.

 

What's on the Album?

  1. Come and Be a Pirate (2:23)
  2. Pirates & Dragons (4:25)
  3. There's a Storm a-Comin' (4:21)
  4. PSA: Pirate Service Announcement (1:20)
  5. Hey-Ho, to Be a Pirate (2:29)
  6. The Ballad of Jenny Malloy (3:50)
  7. The Shining Lady Jean (3:23)
  8. Do Pirates Taste Better (2:23)
  9. Our Pirate Crew of Ten (2:55)
  10. The Dragon Hoard (2:01)
  11. The Truth About Dragons (2:02)
  12. Keep Them Soaring (3:16)
  13. Didja Ever See a Dragon Fly (1:46)
  14. How Do We Steal From A Mighty Dragon (2:13)
  15. The Wreck of the Bold Irish Stout (5:14)
  16. A Pirate's Confession (2:45)
  17. Save the Dragons Foundation (SaveDragon.com) (1:09)

Lyrics by Rie Sheridan Rose, music by Marc Gunn

 

Musicians on the Album

Marc Gunn: autoharp, lead vocals; Daniel I. Briggs: bass, bkg vocals, guitar; Nathan Deese: banjo, bass, bkg vocals, guitar harmonica, mandolin, percussion, whistle; L.T. Panzarella: dumbek

Nathan Deese:

Ballad of Jenny Malloy: Harmonica
Didja Ever See a Dragon Fly: Mandolin, Whistle
Do Pirates Taste Better: Banjo, Bass, Whistle
Hey-Ho to Be a Pirate: Banjo, Whistle
How Do We Steal from a Mighty Dragon: Bass, Whistle
Keep Them Soaring: Bass, Percussion, Whistle, Background Vox
Our Pirate Crew of Ten: Harmonica, Bass, Guitar, Background Vox
Pirates Confession: Banjo, Bass, Guitar, Whistle
Pirates vs. Dragons: Harmonica, Background Vox
Shining Lady Jean: Whistle
There's a Storm a-Comin: Banjo, Bass, Harmonica
Wreck of the Bold Lady Jean: Guitar, Whistle

Executive Producer

Rie Sheridan Rose (www.riewriter.com)

Thanks

Special thanks to Kevin Monkhouse, Jason Denen, Ruth Acoya, Jim & Jan Czenkusch, Ray Gonzalez, Fred McDonald, Kris Dobie, Randy Hoffman, Cherry, Angela Hughes

 

 

Pirates vs. Dragons Song Lyrics

Come and Be a Pirate

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

* Leave behind the law and lawyers,
When you leave behind the land—
For the law that rules a pirate
Is you take whate’er you can.

So you want to be a pirate?
Well, repeat after me—
I’ll pillage, whore, and plunder
And live the life that’s free.

Little boys who listened
When their Mamas said they should
They ain’t the kind o’ pirates
That will do me any good.

I want a crew that’s ruthless
Cutthroats, thieves and ghouls.
‘Cause we don’t hold tea-parties,
And we don’t live by the rules.

We sail upon the heavens,
In an airship tried and true
It’s a whole new world of treasure
That we’ll find before we’re through.

So, if you want to be a pirate
Come on down to the ship.
We need a dozen sailors
To replace those lost last trip!

 

Pirates & Dragons

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

* Sail away with Black Jack Murphy,
We’re soaring through the skies,
Air Pirates Extraordinaire,
And our eyes are on the prize!

There’s a dragon hiding somewhere
Mid the mountains to the North.
We are off to steal its treasure,
And we’re ‘bout to sally forth.

There are rumors she’s got mounds of gold,
We’re talkin’ hella tons.
She sleeps upon a bed of jewels
So we’re loading up the guns.

We know that she’s got lots of teeth,
But we’ve got stout sharp swords.
They say her wings to Saturn reach,
But doubtless that’s just words.

We’ll fight her there inside her lair,
Which only we can reach—
It takes an air ship to get there
Take that, ol’ Blackbeard Teach!

We've cleared the hold for treasure
so the galley's rather bare,
but when we beat the dragon,
we'll have no space to spare.

Dragons may be deadly,
But our pirates are much worse
And we're used to lots of bloodshed
So we're takin' home that purse.

Yes, sail away with ol’ Black Jack—
And face the dragon bold.
And if you live, be certain that
You’ll earn your share of gold!

 

There’s a Storm Comin’

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

(Spoken: Listen to that wind a blowin’. Haven’t seen a storm like this since I were a wet-behind-the-ears swabbie…not that me ears are too dry now, mind ye… Damn! Tighten up that line, idjit! You bloody near brained me with that beam! I tell ya—an air ship has a few advantages over a ship at sea…)

*There's a storm comin’
So get down below
Batton the hatches
And hear the wind blow

I took to sea as a lad of fourteen
My first storm at sea turned me face a pea green
The cap't he told me to make meself fast,
So I spent the night rollin' a tied to the mast.

I learned over time to weather the squalls,
For a pirate who can’t will get kicked in the balls
His mates make his life a hell on this earth
If he spends every storm below in his berth.

But the first time I felt the wild hurricane's might
The mast kissed the sea as we lay to the right
I thought I was dead as the winds they did roar
And I swore I would never to sea any more.

Then one day I heard of a ship that could fly
So I thought I would give sailing just one more try
There would be no waves rolling in watery dance–
If only I'd known there would be turb-u-lance.

I thought that the waves were a terrible fright
But think of that rolling way up in the heights
Thunder a roaring with each lightning flash
and the rain lash like needles wheree'er we would dash

Then someone glanced up, to the air overhead,
and I never will ever forget what he said–
“Look through the clouds there–can you see blue sky?”
So we hauled on the lines and we lifted her high.

Now under our keel, the clouds tumbled by
With lightning a dancing like little fire flies
But we sailed on above it, through sky crystal blue
Or I wouldn't be telling me story to you.

So, if you go sailing, make it through the air—
There’s nothing but blue skies to deal with up there.
Mayhap an occasional bird will glide by,
But you don’t have no weather when you’re flying so high.

KEY C

[C]There's a storm comin’
So [F]get down below
Batton the hatches
And hear the wind blow

I took to sea as a lad of fourteen
My first storm at sea turned me face a pea green
The cap't he told me to make meself fast,
So I spent the night rollin' a tied to the mast.

 

PSA – Pirate Service Announcement / Beware the Golden Rain

Words Rie Sheridan Rose

This is Cap't Black Jack Murphy, with another PSA — Pirate Service Announcement. Me and the crew of the IRISH STOUT have a new ship these days, and we are sailing through the skies. In the interest of public service, I wanted to issue you a little warning. If you walk outside your door, and you feel warm rain on your face, be sure that there are clouds in the sky. If not, wash your face quick, because–as you may remember–I encourage me lads just to piss over the side of the ship…and that there rain–it just might not be. This has been another PSA — Pirate Service Announcement — from your good friend Black Jack Murphy.

 

Hey-Ho, to Be a Pirate

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

* The wind in the rigging, it sets my heart free
And the life of a pirate is alright by me.

A pirate has duties, to crew and to ship,
Hey-ho, to sea I shall go
With a sword at his waist and a song on his lip
Hey-ho, to be a pirate!

There’s danger a-plenty, but treasure for all
Hey-ho, to sea I shall go
And the lure of adventure—a true siren call
Hey-ho, to be a pirate!

I’ll wear coats made of silk, with buttons of gold
Hey-ho, to sea I shall go
And from London to Kent my tale will be told
Hey-ho, to be a pirate!

My ship she will fly the skull and crossed-bones
Hey-ho, to sea I shall go
And the sight of that flag will cause faint hearts to moan
Hey-ho, to be a pirate!

We’ll board all the ships of those fat merchant men
Hey-ho, to sea I shall go
And when we are done—why, we’ll board them again!
Hey-ho, to be a pirate!

We’ll dine on the best and get tipsy on rum
Hey-ho, to sea I shall go
Then find us some lasses we’ll screw till they cum
Hey-ho, to be a pirate!

[Bb]The wind in the rigging, it [Eb]sets my heart [Bb]free
And the life of a pirate is [F]alright by [Bb]me.

[Bb]A pirate has duties, to [F]crew and to ship,
[Bb]Hey-ho, to [Eb]sea I shall [F]go
[Bb]With a sword at his [Eb]waist and a [Bb]song on his [F]lip
[Bb]Hey-ho, to [Eb]be [F]a [Bb]pirate!

 

The Ballad of Jenny Malloy

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

* This is the story of Jenny Malloy
She was handsome rather than cute—
She went off to sea a-dressed as a boy,
Till caught in the wrong birthday suit.

Jenny decided when she was thirteen
That the life of a girl was a bore
So she stole her some trews and a cap and a gun
And left her dull home on the shore.

She applied for a berth with Black Jack Murphy
Because she had heard he was fair.
And he took her on board on the strength of her word
Never thinking to check her down there.

Jenny was clever, she was never caught out.
And the crew came to know her as “Tim”.
They praised the brave lad for the skills that he had
Though they wondered why he didn’t swim.

For years things went fine, but you can’t alter time…
And—as breasts do—hers started to grow.
She’d bind them up tight, but try as she might,
She could not get her voice to stay low.

One night out at sea, with the crew in their cups,
A bet was proposed by O’Hare—
“Let’s whip our poles out,” the man he did shout,
“And see who’s got inches to spare!”

To the wine-sodden crew, with naught better to do,
This seemed like a grand ol’ idear—
But Jenny turned white as the sails on the mast
And she prayed to whoever might hear:

“Oh, Lord, if you’re there, could You lend me a pair—
And give me a handle to crank?
I promise to tithe my whole purse for a year,
And I’ll know who exactly to thank!”

But God and the Devil were busy that day,
Or decided she should pay her due—
‘Cause the trousers went down in a circle all ‘round,
Till Jenny must lower hers too.

Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of the years
These men had all been her best mates.
Then she closed tight her eyes and opened her fly
And delivered herself up to Fate.

When her trousers went down, there was nary a sound
Till the crew as one let out a cheer.
For a cabin boy’s fine when you’re sailing the brine
But a woman is worth more than beer!

So Jenny went on to fortune and fame,
As a pirate both cunning and bold
And her crewmates draw lots for the order of spots
In the queue to her berth in the hold!

 

The Shining Lady Jean

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

A man I met in London town
Proposed a thing to me—
He offered me a brand new ship,
But not to sail the sea.

He wanted me to soar the skies
In his ship the Lady Jean
An air ship—can you ‘magine that?—
With a shining bronzy sheen.

* Oh, come and sail the open skies
Upon the Lady Jean
She’s the trimmest ship you’ll ever see
A pirate’s soaring dream.

She’d an engine run by hissing steam,
And her sails were sheets of tin
That turned to catch the rising winds
With cogs, and gears, and gin.

Her crew it was a motley lot,
A mix of tars and science,
But pirates all beneath our coats,
And bent on self-reliance.

We’d sidle up all silent-like—
Well, with a hissing lot of steam—
And drop upon our targets
From ropes ties to the beam.

They never saw us coming,
And we razed a lot of gold.
Sometimes so damn successful
That we over-filled the hold.

We’d drop down on the lassies,
And we’d scoop them up for fun.
We’d ply them with the best of gin,
And poke ‘em with our guns.

Ah, the Lady Jean was a bonny ship,
Though I missed the Irish Stout.
I’m sure I’d be sailing on her still…
If the gin had not run out.

A man I met in London town
Proposed a thing to me—
He offered me a brand new ship,
But not to sail the sea.

He wanted me to soar the skies
In his ship the Lady Jean
An air ship—can you ‘magine that?—
With a shining bronzy sheen.

 

 

Do Pirates Taste Better?

lyrics by Shannon Creamer, music traditional “Irish Washerwoman”

A dragon a lit in our crow’s nest today
We’ve asked to leave, but he won’t go away
So we fired upon him and he fired back
Kentucky Fried Parrot is now our new snack

So we tried to ignore him, but there’s a small catch
He’s invited us to enter his own private hatch
Now he’s listing our ship, so we’re forced to agree
It’s either his gullet or the cold briny sea

* Do pirates taste better than those who are not?
We know they’re more salty, does that keep them from rot?
Do they slide down more quickly or in teeth do get caught?
Do pirates taste better than those who are not?

Now, we’d like him to go, and many have shoo’d
And the results were they got their butts chewed
Ol’ Peg-Leg Bill was the last to get nicked
And an old wooden leg makes a handy toothpick

Now he wants the appetizers all fresh and all warm
And he wants them arranged and in pleasant form
He insists on a main course after the entrée
Is this wyrm taking lessons from Gordon Ramsay?

Now, we’d all like this to end as quickly as can
For there’s one terror left for all of the men
And if we don’t swiftly settle this squall
For dessert he'll have tasty pirate rum balls

 

Our Pirate Crew of Ten

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

* 1, 2, and 1 makes three
4, 5, and 5 again.
We’re heading off to sea once more
Our pirate crew of ten.

Barney the mate weighs a good dozen stone,
And his cutlass is polished and sharp.
He went to school for four years
And he’s good with the shears
If yer pig-tail is needin’ a crop.

Davy the cabin boy’s not quite thirteen,
But he’s a pirate despite through and through.
He’s the best thief I know,
And the wine it does flow
If Davy’s been down at the dock.

Ol’ Doc Malloy’s been at sea since a boy
And he wears a fine doublet of red.
There’s no one at sea
Finer surgeon than he
If your limbs have occasion to rot.

And Billy O’Doul is a bit of a rake
Who flirts with the women in town.
He’s a dandy in dress,
But I have to confess,
He’s a good man when fightin’s around.

Patty the cook is a Belfast man born
And he’ll never let any forget.
But he makes a fine stew
With an onion or two
Any time there is more than just fish.

We are God-fearin’ men led by ol’ Father Brown
Who looks t’other way when it’s best.
He prays for our souls
From the depths to the shoals,
And his sermon’s too good to be missed.

There are twins Pete and Dan
Who no one can tell one from t’other.
They don’t seem to mind—
When they get in a bind—
‘Tis likely the culprit’s his brother.

The bosun Tom Jenkins is clever no doubt
With a tongue like a fine silver flute.
He’s a sweet-talkin’ man
And he does what he can
To keep us all out of the stocks.

And then there is me, Cap’t Black Jack Murphy,
A sea-dog who knows how to howl.
With my crew at my back
There is never a lack
Of adventure and freedom and gold.

 

The Dragon Hoard

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

* I stumbled on a dragon hoard
And lord, it was a mountain!
If I hadn’t heard her comin’ back
I’d still be there a’countin’.

I found a solid golden cup
And two jeweled finger rings
Three sharp battle axes
And four big silver springs.
(Spoken: Dunno what those were for…)

There were five glowing rubies
And six fine emerald clips
Seven strong iron helmets
And eight nice leather whips.
(Spoken: Not cat’o’nines, but they’ll do…)

Nine large diamonds gleamed
Upon ten spun bales of lace
Eleven chains twined in a braid—
A dozen chests held them in place.
(Spoken: Full of plunder, I betcha…but they was locked.)

I was there all alone, but I grabbed what I could
Till my pockets they bulged at the seams,
And I vowed that return there I would
To gather the wealth of my dreams.

I staggered on back to my hearth and home
And I emptied out all of my treasure.
Determined that I would count again—
Now I that had me the leisure.

In the bright light of day, my joy melted away—
As I saw what it was I had got…
All that glitters ain’t gold as I’m sure you’ve been told—
And what I had pilfered was not.

There was one pewter mug
And two old brass rings
Three stone blades that were chipped
And four bits of old waxen string.
(Spoken: I do need new boot laces…)

There are five red glass bits
And six moss green too
Seven battered skullcaps of bronze
And eight straps of leather and glue.
(Spoken: Well, that’s somethin’ then…)

Nine blobs of clear crystal sap
And ten clumps of cobwebs so fine
Eleven cheap trinkets entwined…
And the chests, I had left them behind.
(Spoken: Prob’ly empty anyway.)

I cursed quite a bit regarding my luck
But then I just started to chuckle…
The greed of a pirate in a dark cavern’s hold
Is sure to make treasure of truckle!

 

The Truth About Dragons

Words Rie Sheridan, music Marc Gunn
A dragon is not a big lizard with wings
Despite what some people may say.
Look at the size of my cranium, dude!
I’ve a brain half as big as L.A.

If you set me a puzzle or a problem to solve
It will take only instants to do.
And I’ve written a treatise on Immanuel Kant
Between giving kids tours at the zoo.

I could beat your best man in a battle of wits
With half of my brain drunk on ale.
I’ve more smarts in one fang than you have in your head,
And that doesn’t add in the tail.

I’ve a doctorate in business, another in law
And I taught for a while at the U.
But school was a bore so I opened a store
And it’s made me a millionaire too.

So, yeah, I’ve got gold, and a few gems around,
But I keep the bulk stashed in CDs.
I’ve more wealth it is true than Trump or Gore do
But I don’t plan to share with you fleas.

My cave has the latest in surveillance, you see,
I’ve cameras, and lasers galore,
And whenever I fear someone’s on their way here,
I put in a few dozen more.

The next time you think that a dragon’s fair game
When you’re looking for something to steal.
Remember that I am real good with traps
And it’s probably less than ideal.

 

 

Keep Them Soaring

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

Dragons are more than lizards that fly…
Or horrible monsters with teeth.
They soar through the heavens, touching the sky
While we stand looking up from beneath.

Dragons are creatures who just want to live.
And they have a great service to do.
They have so much to offer they’re willing to give—
Perhaps even a gold coin or too!

Dragons are quiet, intelligent guys…
They won’t bother you if you stay cool.
You’ll leave them alone if you are wise
Though humans aren’t wise as a rule…

Dragons are top of the mythical chain.
They are magnificent creatures
With scales that rattle like whispering rain—
Among their more obvious features.

Dragons are not some venomous pests
For pirates to chase from the skies.
Leave their gold sitting piled in their chests
And let their wings help them rise!

* Free the dragons—leave them alone
Stop trying to rob and destroy…
Dragons are people, if not flesh and bone
They deserve their freedom and joy!

 

Didja Ever See a Dragon Fly?

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

Didja ever see a dragon fly?
Weigh-hey, haul-a-long-ho
O'er the moon and across the sky?
Weigh-ho, me hearties.

I tell you true, 'tis a fearsome sight
Weigh-hey, haul-a-long-ho
Can keep the fiercest up at night
Weigh-ho, me hearties.

The cabin boy — by name of Ned
Weigh-hey, haul-a-long-ho
Spent the rest o' the night under his bed
Weigh-ho, me hearties.

And the cook, he stole the Cap't's rum,
Weigh-hey, haul-a-long-ho
Drank it all to make him numb,
Weigh-ho, me hearties.

The mate, whose sword was always out,
Weigh-hey, haul-a-long-ho
Drowned hisself in a cask o' stout
Weigh-ho, me hearties.

The bosun blew his whistle loud–
Weigh-hey, haul-a-long-ho
And used the mainsail as a shroud!
Weigh-ho, me hearties.

The doc, he took a scalpel sharp,
Weigh-hey, haul-a-long-ho
And carved hisself an auto-harp!
Weigh-ho, me hearties.

And our brave cap't–ol' Black Jack,
Weigh-hey, haul-a-long-ho
He jumped o'er the side and he ain't come back!
Weigh-ho, me hearties.

(Spoken: Hey, wait a minute…)

 

How Do We Steal From A Mighty Dragon?

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

How do we steal from a mighty dragon,
How do we steal from a mighty dragon,
How do we steal from a mighty dragon,
We have to get its treasure!

Quiet there boys, let’s sneak up slowly (x3)
We have to get its treasure!

1. There’s gold and silver, jewels a-plenty.
2. We could try sticks and beat it soundly.
3. That might make her mighty angry.
4. Better to sneak than fight directly.
5. Otherwise she might fry us crispy.
6. If we leave off our boots we can be real quiet.
7. We’ll fill our pockets with her plunder.
8. We’ll all be rich before we’re thirty.
9. Let’s drink a pint to build our courage.
10. Gather your sacks and let’s get moving.

 

The Wreck of the Bold Irish Stout

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

I'll tell you a story of pirates so bold
Who sailed through the air to put gold in our hold
We sacked lots of merchants and navy men too
But when we took on a dragon, our payment was due.

*Singing fly high di-dye-do
Singing fly low di-day

We first found her lair in the mountains so tall
In a cave up so high hard to see it at all
We anchored a-lea and we slid down the ropes,
Giggling like schoolboys and strolling like dopes.

We had never been bested as yet as a crew,
We were bold, young, and strong, and we knew what to do
Till Davy and Jonas were snatched in those jaws
and young Timmy Carter was split by her claws.

‘Twas only a moment before we got wise
One dragon is worth more than 20 our size
We fell back a-pantin' to the ship and her guns
and wished that the cannon balls weighed 50 tons.

Well, the first shot went wide, and she roared in her ire–
and a blast from her maw set the poop deck on fire
The cap't he cursed at the cost to his ship
As her tail split the mast when around it did whip

“Let's haul ass me hearties,” the captain he cried
“Or she'll splatter our guts on that cold mountainside!”
He drew out his cutlass and parted the rope
and we crawled away slowly, not daring to hope.

We were sure we were goners, or charcoal at best–
but the dragon turned round and went back to her nest.
A single conclusion made every man frown–
We weren't worth the trouble o' hunting us down.

Now we limped our way down to the nearest sea port
And the shipwrights all at our poor ship they did snort
Their laughter it rang from the shore to the skies–
“You ain't the first idjits a seekin' that prize.”

So when you hunt dragons, remember their might
And don't go a thinkin' it’s an average fight
Best sneak up behind them with cunning and stealth–
or instead of a'stealin' you'll add to their wealth.

 

A Pirate’s Confession

Words Rie Sheridan Rose, music Marc Gunn

The world is full of wondrous things,
Pirates in airships and dragons a-wing.
Don’t you forget, as you travel tonight – –
The world needs some fancy to keep spinning right.

When I took up my harp, as a lad of thirteen,
I wanted to tell of the marvels I’d seen – –
The clouds from above, like a pearly white sea…
The earth down below, like a map we could read.

It took me some time to get over my shock,
Of seeing the ship coming into the dock…
No water in sight, like you might expect.
Just a rope that we tied to a spar on the deck.

The first time I looked through the glass to the lea,
And saw there a dragon flying careless and free,
I felt my heart soaring on wings made of joy
And I felt happier then than I had since a boy.

I admit to you now that I became quite a cad…
I undermined every hunt that we had.
I made sure that every harpoon would miss,
And we ne’er took a prize from that day to this.

The world is full of wondrous things,
Pirates in airships and dragons a-wing.
Don’t you forget, as you travel tonight – –
The world needs some fancy to keep spinning right.

 

Save the Dragons Foundation

I finally finished the dragon hunting lyrics and delivered them to Murphy. So he brought me home as promised. It’s been a long and incredible journey. I'm glad I kept a journal of my adventures. I will soon share it with the world.

At the moment, all I want to do is hold my girls close. I’m home…a little wiser than I was…with a knowledge of places and people I never dreamed existed.

I have a feeling my adventures with Murphy and his crew aren’t completely over. After all, pirates have a nasty habit of turning up when you least expect them. But something else came out of this whole affair. I learned something absolutely amazing!

Dragons are real and they need to be protected. So I have decided to form a “Save the Dragons” foundation. You can find out more at “SaveDragons.com.” Sign up today! Because dragons deserve a fighting chance. Slainte!

Visit SaveDragons.com to read the entire story of how Marc Gunn was shanghaied by pirates.

 

Lyrics that Never Got Music

A Wind Has Got to Blow

* You’re sending me mixed signals…
To start, to stop, to go—
I’m trying to be patient—
But a wind has got to blow.

A whisper in the silence,
A rose left at the gate,
A river bathed in moonlight
A note that cautions “Wait”…

Your eyes are full of magic
They hold me in your spell
But even magic falters
With enough time to dispel.

I’m leaving in the morning
I’m sailing ‘cross the sea
So give me a straight answer—
Shall I come back home to thee?

I’ll wait down by the river
Till the moonlight leaves the sky
Then I’ll sail away forever,
And never more come nigh.

 

PSA 2 – Support Your Local Pirates

This here is Captain Black Jack Murphy, comin’ to ye again with another PSA – Pirate Service Announcement. What you are listenin’ to is another fine volume of songs about pirates. I am a firm believer in Piracy! Listen to this fine album and support the fine art of piracy starting with my music. Make copies for yer friends. Sing the songs wheree’er you happen to be. But buy the Feckin’ album first. It is imperative that you help us musicians who put our blood, sweat, and gold into each album. Otherwise, we won’t have enough spare doubloons to do it again. And we might send the dragon after you…I’m just sayin’…

 

Save the Dragons

From the time we are but children,
And Puff's our dragon friend,
We hear about the dragons,
And the legends that they spin.

They fly the skies surrounding Pern,
They dine on virgins sweet.
We really don't condone that part,
But we all got to eat…

Even if they're sometimes rough
And socially un-adept
That doesn't mean that they deserve
Their evil monster rep.

* Save the Dragons! That's the cry,
I'm spreading far and wide—
They're noble beings of the sky,
Not cause for Dragoncide!

I met an airship pirate
Who sailed the Seven Skies
Searching for a dragon
To cut him down to size.

His campaign against the beauties
Got me up in arms.
I vowed to work to save them
To keep them safe from harm.

If you believe in dragons,
And love them like I do—
Then help me save the dragons!
Those proud, free-soaring few!

 

 


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