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Rogue’s Gallery: The Art of the Siren, #1

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Sirens are the better mermaids, since unlike mermaids, they have a knack for music and are endued with legs and feet and everything in between. Moby-Dick™ is going to honour this adorable life-form with maritime songs in good rendering and depictions of fine marine ladies, linking to collectible sites with preferably high resolutions, starting out with:

Sounding like a Tuvan throat-singing monk on LSD, Baby Gramps chants with the intensity of a Captain Ahab.

Michael J. Kramer: Sinking Low on the Seas, Rising Up with Gold, August 25, 2006.

Song: Baby Gramps: Cape Cod Girls (7:14 minutes),
from Rogue’s Gallery: Pirate Ballads, Sea Songs, and Chanteys, ANTI- 2006.
Buy CD in Germany and elsewhere.
Image: Herbert James Draper: Ulysses and the Sirens, 1909,
via Achilles to Zephyr: An Alphabetical Listing of Greek & Roman Art by Topic.

Lyrics:

Cape Cod girls ain’t no use no combs,
heave away, haul away.
They comb their hair on the codfish bones,
bound away for Australia.

Chorus:
So heave her up, my bully, bully boys,
heave away, haul away.
Heave her up and don’t you make a noise,
we’re bound away for Australia.

Cape Cod girls ain’t use no sleds,
heave away, haul away.
They slide down the dunes on codfish heads,
bound away for Australia.

Cape Cod doctors ain’t use no pills,
heave away, haul away.
They feed their patients codfish gills,
bound away for Australia.

Cape Cod cats ain’t got no tails,
heave away, haul away.
They lost them all in northeast gales,
bound away for Australia.

Traditional, as sung by Captain Jesse Schaffer.

Written by Wolf

15. October 2008 at 12:01 am

Posted in Siren Sounds

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  1. Wohow, wat’n Song! Man sieht la Mannschft direkt auf Deck rumwirbeln und mag nur noch immerzu als Sirene bound away for Australia. Wo sich die Stimme des Vorsängers selber schon nachm obertonigen Didgeridoo anhörn tut und sich das eigne Öhrchen grad dran gewöhnen will… :o)

    Da lechzt man ja jetzt schon nach dem nächsten.

    *siren siren…*

    hochhaushex

    16. October 2008 at 5:23 am

  2. Das menschliche Didgeridoo macht sich gut, nä? Obertonsingen kennt man normalerweise von den overdressten Kunstrülpsern aus der Fußgängerzone, die sich nur nicht so recht gegen die viel lauteren Andenklampfer durchsetzen konnten, aber für ein ruppiges Shanty mit Elegieeinlage gibt’s auf einmal richtig Sinn.

    Die Gitarrenarbeit klingt irgendwie nach Bob Dylan auf den “Pat Garrett”-Liedern… Ist das eine Mississippi Steel? So much to pretend, and so little time :o)

    Wolf

    16. October 2008 at 10:06 pm

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