Quay Cur Lyrics
| Song | Quay Cur |
| Artist | The Fiery Furnaces |
| Album | Blueberry Boat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Friedberger | |
| I had a locket, a little silver charm, | |
| Given to me so to keep me out of harm. | |
| Canvasing the quayside trying to earn my keep, | |
| A killick tore it off my neck and threw it in the deep. | |
| And now I'll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I'll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I'll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again. | |
| Up to the quarentine, late night aboard, | |
| Try to raise our fees but we get what they afford. | |
| Busy work below deck according to form; | |
| Waiting for the clear to leave but then comes up a storm. | |
| We hid beneath the barrels of blubber hoping that the rain had passed | |
| But when the wind kept up the rats cut down the rigging off the mast | |
| And then the rust chewed through the anchor chain and out to sea we're cast. | |
| The clouds dried and cracked | |
| It was calm in fact | |
| The ship had been towed, | |
| By sea Dyaks towed | |
| So we're sold | |
| Kolaba 'n sent -- | |
| I let out a sob, a cry oh no it's disaster -- | |
| T-Ranter Bay | |
| Madacascar. | |
| Great gulps of | |
| Greek fire get us in; | |
| Sling sticks at the stockade | |
| Fort Dauphin; | |
| A guardsman gave a griffin said grease my duke: | |
| Down by the chimney and out through the fluke. | |
| A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel, a lungio lathback made me a proposal: | |
| Straight sail, top mast, astrolabe prospected down in his dry dock erected infected; | |
| Mocked up with silk strings and taffeta tricked with nails out of driftwood already iron sicked: now spy out the glass at whatever missteps me and the press gang warrant's signed | |
| Sir Edward | |
| Pepsi. Course it wasn't long till | |
| I caught the croup, | |
| Dawding on the drizzy deck of my majesty's sloop. | |
| If only the hlmsman would turn from his whip staff | |
| With my azimuth compass | |
| I'd go by the hectograph | |
| Up to the whaling fleet in | |
| Gilbert sound | |
| Then back in the hull when we come around | |
| With 100 seals and 2 polar bears | |
| Nearly in the harbor without any cares, | |
| But then: | |
| A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel, a lungio lathback made me a proposal: | |
| Straight sail, top mast, astrolabe prospected down in his dry dock erected infected; | |
| Mocked up with silk strings and taffeta tricked with nails out of driftwood already iron sicked: now spy out the glass at whatever missteps me and the press gang warrant's signed | |
| Sir Edward | |
| Pepsi. Half hour sandglass | |
| Seven saker round shot | |
| Ice for the moonshine | |
| And chichsaneg. | |
| Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow don't say nugo | |
| Tie tight my sugnacoon | |
| In comes the tucktodo | |
| Aba in aob aginyoh. | |
| Look awennye | |
| Get out my sawygmeg | |
| Yliaout, yliaout | |
| Weave us on shore | |
| Unuiche quoysah | |
| Maconmeg And | |
| I gave a sasobneg. | |
| Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow don't say nugo | |
| Tie tight my sugnacoon | |
| In comes the tucktodo | |
| Aba in aob aginyoh. | |
| And now we live by muskles, water weeds with small relief in store | |
| And all the sick men in the | |
| Galean were then put upon the shore | |
| And on the 22nd we didn't see our general any more. | |
| Down came our trestle-trees, no pitch tar or nails; | |
| Fore shrouds break no rope we trust; | |
| Only shift of sails. | |
| Drink my Rosa | |
| Solis; struck suddenly ahull | |
| Yield ourselves we spoomed, my sinews stiff, | |
| My eyes were dull. | |
| And now I'll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I'll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I'll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again. | |
| And as we pass the equinoctial only 5 of us could stand | |
| And while the capsten without sheets or tacks by all of us was manned | |
| And on the 11th day of | |
| June ran in at | |
| Barehaven to land. |
| zuo qu : Friedberger | |
| I had a locket, a little silver charm, | |
| Given to me so to keep me out of harm. | |
| Canvasing the quayside trying to earn my keep, | |
| A killick tore it off my neck and threw it in the deep. | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again. | |
| Up to the quarentine, late night aboard, | |
| Try to raise our fees but we get what they afford. | |
| Busy work below deck according to form | |
| Waiting for the clear to leave but then comes up a storm. | |
| We hid beneath the barrels of blubber hoping that the rain had passed | |
| But when the wind kept up the rats cut down the rigging off the mast | |
| And then the rust chewed through the anchor chain and out to sea we' re cast. | |
| The clouds dried and cracked | |
| It was calm in fact | |
| The ship had been towed, | |
| By sea Dyaks towed | |
| So we' re sold | |
| Kolaba ' n sent | |
| I let out a sob, a cry oh no it' s disaster | |
| TRanter Bay | |
| Madacascar. | |
| Great gulps of | |
| Greek fire get us in | |
| Sling sticks at the stockade | |
| Fort Dauphin | |
| A guardsman gave a griffin said grease my duke: | |
| Down by the chimney and out through the fluke. | |
| A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel, a lungio lathback made me a proposal: | |
| Straight sail, top mast, astrolabe prospected down in his dry dock erected infected | |
| Mocked up with silk strings and taffeta tricked with nails out of driftwood already iron sicked: now spy out the glass at whatever missteps me and the press gang warrant' s signed | |
| Sir Edward | |
| Pepsi. Course it wasn' t long till | |
| I caught the croup, | |
| Dawding on the drizzy deck of my majesty' s sloop. | |
| If only the hlmsman would turn from his whip staff | |
| With my azimuth compass | |
| I' d go by the hectograph | |
| Up to the whaling fleet in | |
| Gilbert sound | |
| Then back in the hull when we come around | |
| With 100 seals and 2 polar bears | |
| Nearly in the harbor without any cares, | |
| But then: | |
| A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel, a lungio lathback made me a proposal: | |
| Straight sail, top mast, astrolabe prospected down in his dry dock erected infected | |
| Mocked up with silk strings and taffeta tricked with nails out of driftwood already iron sicked: now spy out the glass at whatever missteps me and the press gang warrant' s signed | |
| Sir Edward | |
| Pepsi. Half hour sandglass | |
| Seven saker round shot | |
| Ice for the moonshine | |
| And chichsaneg. | |
| Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow don' t say nugo | |
| Tie tight my sugnacoon | |
| In comes the tucktodo | |
| Aba in aob aginyoh. | |
| Look awennye | |
| Get out my sawygmeg | |
| Yliaout, yliaout | |
| Weave us on shore | |
| Unuiche quoysah | |
| Maconmeg And | |
| I gave a sasobneg. | |
| Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow don' t say nugo | |
| Tie tight my sugnacoon | |
| In comes the tucktodo | |
| Aba in aob aginyoh. | |
| And now we live by muskles, water weeds with small relief in store | |
| And all the sick men in the | |
| Galean were then put upon the shore | |
| And on the 22nd we didn' t see our general any more. | |
| Down came our trestletrees, no pitch tar or nails | |
| Fore shrouds break no rope we trust | |
| Only shift of sails. | |
| Drink my Rosa | |
| Solis struck suddenly ahull | |
| Yield ourselves we spoomed, my sinews stiff, | |
| My eyes were dull. | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again. | |
| And as we pass the equinoctial only 5 of us could stand | |
| And while the capsten without sheets or tacks by all of us was manned | |
| And on the 11th day of | |
| June ran in at | |
| Barehaven to land. |
| zuò qǔ : Friedberger | |
| I had a locket, a little silver charm, | |
| Given to me so to keep me out of harm. | |
| Canvasing the quayside trying to earn my keep, | |
| A killick tore it off my neck and threw it in the deep. | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again. | |
| Up to the quarentine, late night aboard, | |
| Try to raise our fees but we get what they afford. | |
| Busy work below deck according to form | |
| Waiting for the clear to leave but then comes up a storm. | |
| We hid beneath the barrels of blubber hoping that the rain had passed | |
| But when the wind kept up the rats cut down the rigging off the mast | |
| And then the rust chewed through the anchor chain and out to sea we' re cast. | |
| The clouds dried and cracked | |
| It was calm in fact | |
| The ship had been towed, | |
| By sea Dyaks towed | |
| So we' re sold | |
| Kolaba ' n sent | |
| I let out a sob, a cry oh no it' s disaster | |
| TRanter Bay | |
| Madacascar. | |
| Great gulps of | |
| Greek fire get us in | |
| Sling sticks at the stockade | |
| Fort Dauphin | |
| A guardsman gave a griffin said grease my duke: | |
| Down by the chimney and out through the fluke. | |
| A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel, a lungio lathback made me a proposal: | |
| Straight sail, top mast, astrolabe prospected down in his dry dock erected infected | |
| Mocked up with silk strings and taffeta tricked with nails out of driftwood already iron sicked: now spy out the glass at whatever missteps me and the press gang warrant' s signed | |
| Sir Edward | |
| Pepsi. Course it wasn' t long till | |
| I caught the croup, | |
| Dawding on the drizzy deck of my majesty' s sloop. | |
| If only the hlmsman would turn from his whip staff | |
| With my azimuth compass | |
| I' d go by the hectograph | |
| Up to the whaling fleet in | |
| Gilbert sound | |
| Then back in the hull when we come around | |
| With 100 seals and 2 polar bears | |
| Nearly in the harbor without any cares, | |
| But then: | |
| A looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel, a lungio lathback made me a proposal: | |
| Straight sail, top mast, astrolabe prospected down in his dry dock erected infected | |
| Mocked up with silk strings and taffeta tricked with nails out of driftwood already iron sicked: now spy out the glass at whatever missteps me and the press gang warrant' s signed | |
| Sir Edward | |
| Pepsi. Half hour sandglass | |
| Seven saker round shot | |
| Ice for the moonshine | |
| And chichsaneg. | |
| Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow don' t say nugo | |
| Tie tight my sugnacoon | |
| In comes the tucktodo | |
| Aba in aob aginyoh. | |
| Look awennye | |
| Get out my sawygmeg | |
| Yliaout, yliaout | |
| Weave us on shore | |
| Unuiche quoysah | |
| Maconmeg And | |
| I gave a sasobneg. | |
| Canyglow, canyglow, canyglow don' t say nugo | |
| Tie tight my sugnacoon | |
| In comes the tucktodo | |
| Aba in aob aginyoh. | |
| And now we live by muskles, water weeds with small relief in store | |
| And all the sick men in the | |
| Galean were then put upon the shore | |
| And on the 22nd we didn' t see our general any more. | |
| Down came our trestletrees, no pitch tar or nails | |
| Fore shrouds break no rope we trust | |
| Only shift of sails. | |
| Drink my Rosa | |
| Solis struck suddenly ahull | |
| Yield ourselves we spoomed, my sinews stiff, | |
| My eyes were dull. | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again | |
| And now I' ll never, never, never feel like | |
| I am safe again. | |
| And as we pass the equinoctial only 5 of us could stand | |
| And while the capsten without sheets or tacks by all of us was manned | |
| And on the 11th day of | |
| June ran in at | |
| Barehaven to land. |
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